Letras
(Big Skrrrt)
Aye man, c'mon, get that vault open (thi' beat by traykoolin)
Nah, nah, you gotta twist it the other way (Mr. Stomp Him Out In)
Get it with a lil-oh there you go! (a Bowtie, all that)
(Fuckin' bullshit)
A'ight, now we gotta put this money in that cartoon sized bag
And skeddadle, jit (The Dookie Man, all that)
Fuck! (Your Momma Lover, all that)
Aye, aye, aye
Time will tell who gon' stand the rain like a pavilion (uh huh)
Started on the bottom floor, now I could buy the building (oh yuh)
Fuck that net worth now, I know I'm Mister Million (for real)
Fuck the chest, if ass fat, you gettin' a couple children (c'mere)
Quit lurkin', dog, can't you see I'm workin', dog? (Uh huh)
Better be skrrt-in', dog, I might flip for certain, dog (I will)
Say he the punch god, I think that boy is perc-in', dog (huh?)
That mixtape was so ass I thought it was twerkin', dog (go)
Damn
That sound like a hobo who beggin' for change (bruh)
I'm in the cart like- (vr-room)
I'm in the cart like Home on the Range (skrt)
Hop in the body, ignite that fye (vroom)
I'm switchin' like two or three lanes (go)
Had to go smart just to talk like an idiot
Now I'm with bitty, she givin' me brain (aye, my God)
And when I'm done, she ain't gettin' a call back (nah)
She still thinkin' I'm all that (uh huh)
Back in them days, ain't nobody would talk back
Now I'm outside with a mask and a ball cap (sheesh)
His entire collective is all ass
I pull up one man, they yellin' "fall back" (they gone)
They disregard that I'm the one takin' they chicken
I turned to a mall rat (I'm who?)
Mr. Cheese Getter (oh yuh)
Comin' at me, reconsider (please)
First day that I could speak, a spitter
My momma was turnt when she delivered (okay)
We them switchers, but never that on the gang
I'm always gon' be with my hitters (brrah)
I count the cheese and the cheddar (huh?)
You better focus on bein' bitter (huh, huh, huh, huh?)