Lil Skies - DEATH Lyrics

Ayy
(Zerby)
Ayy, he talkin' shit so I (I)

Had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (yeah)
I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (yeah)
I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (yeah)
I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (yeah)
Call up your gang, call up your fam, call up your troops (call up your troops)
Call up your gang, call up your fam, call up your troops (call up your troops)
Know what we doing? What we doing? We boutta shoot (boutta shoot)
Know what we doing? What we doing? We boutta shoot (we boutta shoot)
Huh, huh, boutta shoot (do-do-do)
Huh, huh, we boutta shoot (do-do-do)

Huh, bullets flying through the roof (do-do-do)
Huh, bullets flying straight at you (do-do-do)
What you wanna do? Shorty rolling off the goop (yeah)
She wanna come inside, I tell her "Hop up in the coupe"
Huh, huh, this bitch go vroom
Huh, huh, I'm 'bout to zoom (yeah)
I'm out my mind, I'm out my body, out the roof (yeah)
I'm out my mind, I'm out my body, she on shrooms (bing)
Woah, huh, know she on X (X)
Huh, huh, she f*ck me the best (yeah)
Huh, huh, treat it like a test (test)
Huh, I think I put that shit to rest (huh)
I'm blazing like a torch
I walk inside the party smoke 'em like a newport (huh)
No, I don't f*ck with parties nigga, I'ma crash 'em out (huh)
No, I don't f*ck with parties nigga, I'ma crash 'em out (huh)
I don't wanna be your friend (huh)
I just want the dividends (huh)
Huh, catching bodies, Wolverine (huh)
Big bands over here

I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (yeah)
I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (boots)
I had to stomp 'em with the big Balenciaga boots (boots)
Call up your gang, call up your fam, call up your troops (call up your troops)
Call up your gang, call up your fam, call up your troops (call up your troops)
What we doing? What we doing? We boutta shoot (boutta shoot)
What we doing? What we doing? We boutta shoot (we boutta shoot)
Huh, huh, boutta shoot (boutta shoot)
Huh, huh, we boutta shoot (do-do-do)

Ridin' in this car, you know this bitch is bulletproof (do-do-do)
Run up a hundred miles, you know we bout to get the loot (do-do-do)
He thought this shit was sweet until he got punched in his tooth (go)
Woah, (blackout), I can't fear no man (yeah)
Hundred thousand cash, yeah I stuffed it in my pants (blackout)
Shorty asking what I'm doing, bitch I never dance (nah)
Don't catch me in no tits, yeah 'cause I'm running up these bands (do-do)
Running up these funds (funds), running up that bag (bag)
Running up this check (check)
Know I can't lack (yeah)
Brothers behind my side (side), got soldiers behind my side (side)
And all my niggas gon' ride (ride)
F*ck around, catch homicide ('cide)

'Cide, 'cide
Homicide