SKRILLA FREESTYLE ft. Kevis2kreep & JUNOTHELOST Lyrics

Brodie Macck man

No I don't play about my skrilla

Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer

And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla

Ain't made enough yet, but the stack getting bigger

Pull up, pack it, load and deliver

Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, make something shake, be a go-getter

Gotta keep money flow, like the river

They know we too icy, they started to shiver

I said I'ma God, don't call me your nigga

So icy like Guwop, hustle like Jigga

She want me to touch it, but I don't feel her

She tryin' to bust it, like she a killer

They making them reels, but they know we realer

Come through stepping like Godzilla

Ay, look at my eyes and I'm fried

It's early in the AM, already outside

Woke up, first thing on my mind wasn't violence

But I ain't leave the house without that fih-fih-fih-fih-fih

It can all go down, just walk on by

And you don't want no beef, you got pork on the side

He thought it was bool talking on the guys

He thought it was bool walking on that side

Ain't know how to move, he need a tour guide

That AR stand up like a tall guy

Don't need the potato, he a small fry

Told me it's slippery, watch how I slide

She got my face wet, like I cried

I know that you told, I'm just wondering why

Can't get with the Hurks, so don't even try

Brodie Macck man

No I don't play about my skrilla

Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer

And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla

Ain't made enough yet, but the stack getting bigger

Pull up, pack it, load, and deliver

Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, Make something shake, be a go-getter

Bitch, you already know it's Kevis2Kreeper

Creeper than who, creeper than Jeepers

Fuckin' with these bitches, bitches be leeches

Bitch, if it ain't 'bout no money, why the fuck we speaking

I ain't Abraham, pussy we ain't linkin'

You'll think that I'm Michael, she just want me to beat it

Bitch, in the streets you know it's do or fuckin' die

If a nigga run up, shot up in his eye

All these niggas they be sweet, like potato pie

Bitch, shots go off like Fourth of July

Run up on who, pussy dare you try

You can take a first class flight, to the sky

Bitch, like Kodak, I be getting to the skrilla

Lay your ass down, like your head on a pillow

Niggas better duck they cap, 'cause we'll peel em'

On gang, I'ma play them cards right, I don't care who deal em'

Niggas talking crazy, boy I don't feel em'

We gon' bust shots, pussy nigga we send em'

Kevis roll up and somebody just died

Like I'm under that red and I'm under that five

Like it's Gunno the G and I'm always outside

We hurkin' and lurkin' for the homicide

Nine bix, nine bix, they see how I shine

Tell Wack100, bitch I'm east side

I'm really on time, fuck the peace sign

Don't run, don't trip like, why would you try

I'm geekin' I'm bussin' I can't even lie

Upped it in traffic, why you surprised

I ain't letting that fly, I'm letting it fly

New York state of mind, I'm feeling like Nas

Outside on hots, I'm toting my nine

I don't got no passy, this shit is mine

I'm hitting my target, gotta rewind

I don't care you a ten, I won't give you a dime

No I don't play about my skrilla

Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer

And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla

Ain't made enough yet, but the stack getting bigger

Pull up, pack it, load, and deliver

Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, make something shake, be a go-getter