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(Thanks, Yakree)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Ski, ski, ski
Yeah, ayy, nigga
Who is this?
Walk in the door, yeah, ayy
Walk in the door, everybody like, "Who is this?" (Like, who is this?)
It's, Mr. Ski boy, you know who it is (who it is)
My life so groovy, on some movie shit (some movie shit)
Can't switch like you did, boy, I'm too legit (I'm too legit)
Yeah, goin' dumb, yeah, I get stupid, jit (I get stupid, jit)
Slid up in that ho, Luh Tyler super slick (super slick)
Ain't even old enough, but I'm still in this bitch (I'm still in this bitch)
I don't want my old hoes, 'cause they ain't even hittin' on shit (they ain't even hittin' on shit)
If it's 'bout that bag, I'ma pull up quick, yeah, ayy (I'ma pull up quick)
Still got the treat, I ain't even have to trick, yeah (I ain't even have to trick)
Playin' in them streets, now you gotta do that bid (free my niggas)
Slimed you out for the cheese, now you gotta cut off your friends, yeah, ayy (fuck it)
Geeked up, I'm sweatin', damn, nigga, cut on the fan, yeah, ayy (cut on the fan)
Start rappin' out, "Mama," like, "Damn, where you get all these bands?"
Yeah, ayy (where you get all these bands, boy)
Lookin' at my wrist like, "Damn, where you learn how to dance?"
Yeah, ayy (where you learn how to dance?)
Step back and I swish, lil' nigga, I ball like Morant, yeah, ayy (yeah)
Twenty-three on my jersey, lil' nigga, I ball like Jordan, yeah (Michael Jordan)
If that money ain't comin', lil' nigga that's the end of the story, yeah
I need that gwala, it's a problem, addicted to cash
In the party, bottle poppin', smokin' on that gas, yeah
Cheese on me, gotta stay close to that MAC, yeah
Please, homie, don't be dumb and cut that gnat
Ski done went freeze on him and bust his neck, yeah
My name been on nothin' beside that check, yeah, ayy
I just been road-runnin' andgettin' that paper, yeah
I got some goals that I still ain't made yet
Two middle fingers up for my haters
I'm Seminole, but I snap like a gator