(ellis) Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla Yeah, it's me Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses Bro say er 'cause he a savage So many dead opps, so many ashes (brrt) You ain't catch that, I can't pass this (come here) Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine Bro put belt right to they behind The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (oh my, oh my God) 6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (bip, bip) Skrrt, uh (bip, bip, bip) I just bipped right on the highway Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway (skrrt) Uh, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo Doot, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot Dump truck, baby shark, doo-doo-doo-doo I popped the Perc' and popped the blue I geek-geek like the custys too Say it in rap, bro, we can smack out (huh?) Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin' off a honey too (huh?) Diamonds VV, straight from Lex And I got a custom pendant waitin', wait till when you see that, ooh Pull up back to back, matte-black Track', I just bipped it, nyoom (back to back) Throw some D's up on that bitch like Rich Boy Hurricane, hey, bay-bay-bay-bay Hurricane my Chris boy (hey-bay-bay) Maison Margiel, I'm forever gon' drip, boy (hey-bay-bay) Send my shooter on a hit, boy (grrt) I'll middle-man a whole body (frr) Straight thuggin', free Blick, fightin' triple homi' (frr) Take a four, so I just yack I think 12 inside a Scat Swapped the VIN and got it wrapped (huh?) Bitch, we bippin' overnight (yeah) Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses (yeah) Bro say er 'cause he a savage (yeah) So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah) You ain't catch that, I can't pass this Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine Bro put belt right to they behind (come here) The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (get him) 6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn) Skrrt, uh (oh my God) I just bipped right on the highway Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my, oh my God) Feel like Herb', I pull up, swerve Swervo (swerve), swervo, Swervo Uh, pockets racked up, left and right A brick lacked, got left at the light It's already clicked back, we gettin' that get-back, makin' shit splat tonight FN under my coat 'cause the Draco micro Ain't Devin Haney, I don't fight (at all) What you know 'bout smash on sight? Get hit with some shit like half his height Go up state, send brodie a kite Get a nigga shanked and his drink spiked Played the trap and slept with mice, ran up a hundred and one pair of Nikes You ain't never seen them ball a four, they tryna hit the crackpipe Michael Myers, we cut the boy, we used to beat the girl like Ike When he least expect it, make it roar, close range, one hell of a sight Me and Skrilla goin' up the score, two clips we gon' flip and bip then strike I ain't even gotta do that no more, I'm really a star, I shine like light All this paper keep rainin' and pourin', everybody's face is blue like bright Ridin' like a Harley, count like I just hit a parlay (I just hit a parlay) And the opps know don't drop the lo' 'cause we gon' crash the soiree Switch singin' like Sade, killers gon' do what I say Better get low or I spray, I'ma drop everything get in my way We was at war and you know how we play, every other day a nigga holiday Man down, the other side block got hot, I was still poppin' out rockin' [?] Lil' bro hawk him down, chalk his face Pull up, walk up, walk away Shooters on go like ándale Heard his bounty a hundred K Backdoored, now they know where his mother stay Yeah, that's another play, ayy, ayy They gon' lay up on the crib again, kill his brother another day, ayy Got it stackin' in the bank, so we safe, ayy Dirty game, it cost a whole man to play, ayy Shades on, l'm boul with the glasses (yeah) Bro say er 'cause he a savage (yeah) So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah) You ain't catch that, I can't pass this Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine Bro put belt right to they behind (come here) The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (kill him) 6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn) Skrrt, uh (oh my God) I just bipped right on the highway Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my God)