Jin-Alva - Skrt WID DA BAG (feat. Murt) Lyrics

I pass the racks like a runner back
Can't give a heart get a heart attack
Up for the racks yea its early
Enough of the talk I done heard it
All of these niggas aint bout it bae
I come from where mommas they spank they baby
Brodie mixing that dirty
Let em talk I aint worried
Mhm, she give me neck like my burberry
Walk like a lick Im a burglary
I leave da hit like a murder scene
I know some people wan murder me
F*ck it im coming like thirty deep
I give a f*ck bout your courtesy
I fill a truck with the dirty cheese
Your girl came home with some hurting knees
I put the guap in the bag and then I dash, onto the next
Drunk but im walking my path like im the flash, slow with the sex
Boi just done turned to the man but honestly what in the f*ck you expect
Imma skrt off in the lamb, and then go turn that shit into pateks
Yea
Wild, wild, wild, I been since I been trapping hard
My, my, my I seen the fake in lotta y'all
I, I, I break the bank and problems solved
Fly, fly, fly back then the shit was bottom floor
I pass the racks like a runner back
Can't give my heart get a heart attack
Off for the racks yea its early
Enough of the talk I done heard it
All of these niggas aint bout it bae
I come from where mommas they spank they baby
Brodie mixing that dirty
Let em talk I aint worried