Lame

(альбом: Skuba Sada 2 - 2020)

(You stupid ass lil' boy)
Bitch, move something
A-bitch, huh
Make her put them
A-bitch, move something
Ayy
Uh, huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve something
Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve something
Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard something
Don't give that bitch you with a dime until she earn something
Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move something
Show them boys you ain't no ho, go'n and shoot something
Fuck that dissing on them songs, nigga, do something
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout two hundred
I got new money, Trem got shooting money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm

Don't want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh
Bet top dollar that my pops'd fuck your pops up, nigga
I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, nigga
And if you fuck 'round with lil' bro, we tear your block up, nigga
Huh, chopper and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, nigga
I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em
I don't fuck with thots, most of 'em blocked after my cock up in 'em, bitch
It's a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rocking with 'em?
Lame ass nigga, "What you claim?" ass nigga
I'm a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella
Fuck a nigga mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti
My big brother richer than you niggas, he just drop baguettey
My lil' nigga not your big homie, y'all tryna cop a prezi'
Ain't worried 'bout keeping it copacetic, we hold choppers steady
Walk around with him, no CC dubs, trying not to get arrested
Can't not be ready, we got scopes on them bitches with the legs
Lil' blood watching for the feds, your baby mama playing my dreads
I fucked her in your bed, she don't even give you head
Lightskin nigga, you red, front your move, you dead
Write on a nigga like lead, looseleaf paper, get shred
All these cans make a keg, make sure my niggas fed
Yeah, hmm
Green beam of the infrared
Triple beam of the fishscale
Foreign whip, I'm a fishtail
Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve something
Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve something
Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard something
Don't give that bitch you with a dime until she earn something
Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move something
Show them boys you ain't no ho, go'n and shoot something
Fuck that dissing on them songs, nigga, do something
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout two hundred
I got new money, Trem got shooting money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm-hmm