It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
Sippin' on the Wock, pourin' up drop
He want me on a song
But he beggin' me like he a fiend
Up on the block
All of my fans is fiends
All of my songs like drugs
Where the crack rock
I got Baleni my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my socks
I got Balenci my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my Crocs
Pulled up with the knocks
And we gon' jack him for Apple
Then put that boy up in a box
She sucking this cock
Then I'm gon' f*ck from the front
And the little bitch play with my locs
I gotta count up my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Gotta get to the bank
Gotta count all my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Can't be the last log in the lake
All of my niggas, we riding around Militant
Kday pulled up in a tank
All of my niggas, we riding a round Militant Rich pulled up with a Drac, make it spray
I need control of that bitch
So I got me a motherf*ckin' brace
Had to add attachments to my K
Said I f*cked your opp when I didn't
Now I'm going to bitch
That's all you had to say
I don't like when you lie on my name
You threw us away
Cause all the stories you made
Like I was gonna call you bae
Put Van Cleef up on your chain, huh
Don't trust these hoes, trust up in your gang
Smoking on my favorite strain
Rocking Arc'teryx up in the rain
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
NLM Meech - Skrrrt Lyrics
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It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
Sippin' on the Wock, pourin' up drop
He want me on a song
But he beggin' me like he a fiend
Up on the block
All of my fans is fiends
All of my songs like drugs
Where the crack rock
I got Baleni my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my socks
I got Balenci my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my Crocs
Pulled up with the knocks
And we gon' jack him for Apple
Then put that boy up in a box
She sucking this cock
Then I'm gon' f*ck from the front
And the little bitch play with my locs
I gotta count up my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Gotta get to the bank
Gotta count all my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Can't be the last log in the lake
All of my niggas, we riding around Militant
Kday pulled up in a tank
All of my niggas, we riding a round Militant Rich pulled up with a Drac, make it spray
I need control of that bitch
So I got me a motherf*ckin' brace
Had to add attachments to my K
Said I f*cked your opp when I didn't
Now I'm going to bitch
That's all you had to say
I don't like when you lie on my name
You threw us away
Cause all the stories you made
Like I was gonna call you bae
Put Van Cleef up on your chain, huh
Don't trust these hoes, trust up in your gang
Smoking on my favorite strain
Rocking Arc'teryx up in the rain
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
Sippin' on the Wock, pourin' up drop
He want me on a song
But he beggin' me like he a fiend
Up on the block
All of my fans is fiends
All of my songs like drugs
Where the crack rock
I got Baleni my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my socks
I got Balenci my drawers
So what the f*ck do you think
I got up on my Crocs
Pulled up with the knocks
And we gon' jack him for Apple
Then put that boy up in a box
She sucking this cock
Then I'm gon' f*ck from the front
And the little bitch play with my locs
I gotta count up my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Gotta get to the bank
Gotta count all my money
Bitch, I'm in a rush
Can't be the last log in the lake
All of my niggas, we riding around Militant
Kday pulled up in a tank
All of my niggas, we riding a round Militant Rich pulled up with a Drac, make it spray
I need control of that bitch
So I got me a motherf*ckin' brace
Had to add attachments to my K
Said I f*cked your opp when I didn't
Now I'm going to bitch
That's all you had to say
I don't like when you lie on my name
You threw us away
Cause all the stories you made
Like I was gonna call you bae
Put Van Cleef up on your chain, huh
Don't trust these hoes, trust up in your gang
Smoking on my favorite strain
Rocking Arc'teryx up in the rain
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
It was Geeked, then Syrup, now it's Skrrrt
Up that heat, bitch it's up, bet it burn
Choppa seek, hit his gut, bet it hurt
Pour a three, mix it with the Faygo
Sippin' on some purp
Writer: NLM Meech
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