SkubaRu

(альбом: Skuba Sada 2 - 2020)

(You stupid ass lil' boy)
Oh, that what time it is
What type of time I'm on
Ayy, ayy

Ah-woo, bitch, that's what time it is
Go'n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
If cuz don't pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
Say them Perkys got me wired up, I'm fired up, huh
Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
Can't no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
I'm really rocking with my brothers, ain't no talking 'bout it

You got a problem with my niggas, you can't walk around us
I up that chopper on a nigga, be done got a body
I put some money on his head, I be done bought a body, yeah
I put that bitch to his ass and say he saw somebody
Can't do no witnesses, my niggas out here bossing, baby
We shoot at bitches too, my nigga be done offed your lady
Offed your best friend, like, "Go, best friend"
We breaking bricks down, nigga, that soft go crazy
Moving hand-to-hand, we need them band bands
I been serving grams, bitch, I been off the eighties
Huh, used to have to walk to the station
Drop a four, now I feel like I can walk a Mercedes
But I ain't 'bout to walk a damn thing 'less you pay me
That don't mean I'm lazy, I just know I'm worth it
I just whipped a baby, my mans 'nem just burped it
Ayy, huh
They say that red zone back, but it ain't never left
I gave Jonboi some dap, now we can heavy press
I put my squad on the map, now we won't never stress
I'm lifting all my niggas up, feel like the devil left
I know them demons still here, 'cause we been banging with 'em
Cutting snake niggas off and we ain't hanging with 'em
Just left Swerve B-day dinner, told him, "Thank you, nigga"
"You had me 'round some millionaires, I know I'm able, nigga"
I see some M's in my future, I'ma make 'em, nigga
I need them Belaire bottles with my face up in 'em, yeah
I need my own Rap Snacks, I can't play with niggas
Big mansion out of state, I can't stay with niggas, yeah
Dex Lauper in the stu' like I grew up with him
I was moving Cyndi Lauper 'fore I knew that nigga, yeah
I ain't beefing with that boy, I'ma just shoot that nigga
If Wildman hop out on you, what you think gon' happen?
He don't rap at all, you better not just think I'm rapping, huh
He don't scrap at all, you better not just think we scrapping, uh
It's gon' sound like he clapping, better not think he clapping, yeah
That's that AR with that fully automatic action jam
Be done slid so quick, feeling like we scammed him
He was praying to his god, my lil' nigga shammed him
His daddy was a jive turkey, so we had to ham him
I ain't got time for nothing else, this what type of time I'm on, huh

Ah-woo, bitch, that's what time it is
Go'n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
If cuz don't pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
Say them Perkys got me wired up, I'm fired up, huh
Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
Can't no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
I'm really rocking with my brothers, ain't no talking 'bout it