(Skippz Production)
I'm on some big boy shit with my big boy drip
I'm in a big boy Porsche, that's a big boy whip
Tip the waiter with a thousand if the steak comes quick
I'm rockin' Louis with some Fendi, man, I fend them bricks
I don't love no hoes, they just love this dick
I'm the plumber for your mama, give her pipe real quick
Said the devil wears Prada, but Amiri's how I drip
I need a Jada8 to make her
Little Baby when I hit, smash
Bring it back
I'm like a Yardie, tell my barbie "She fan' fling it back"
Your gyal ah si mi, and I do di poppy tail
Me yardie, weather man ah
Make her pussy wetter than mi swimming cap
Oh shit, I did it again
Spun man, bring him back, let mе spin him again
Harry Potter with the broom
I put a hole in your mеn
Alakazam, bow, we'll bury your friends
Many men, many, many, many, many men try hate on me
But they can't bring me down
Niggas know that I'm Skengman Poundz
I been a OG, I been a OG
And your bitches know me
She know my DM strong
Yo, I just spent a mortgage on my jewels, and I'm icy
Bitches think I'm Tinder, they don't swipe to say they like me
I ain't into typin', but I pressin' on yo wifey
Skip the talk and stage, I'm just tryna fuck you in my Nikeys
I don't fuck with Katie, but these bitches know I'm Price-Y
Fry you with a cooker if you screwin' like a lightie
I just put a freezer on my mouth
I'm eatin' lobster on the jet
You niggas chippin' for a bench, you're not like me
Versatile, them love mi new flow
Sweetie callin' me a Quaver when the enemy go
In the Sharder, I was fuckin' a three hoes
Shoulda seen the way I smash it like Hulk, yo
Bring it back to rap, six figures on my stack
How you startin' on yo Loubs?
Hundred thousand from a track
They just love the way I step
Thirty thousand on my checks
If you're lookin' for a feature then you better come correct
Niggas, niggas talkin' crud
But I could swear that they don't know man
I be doin' visits to your house, I'm like the postman
Catch me at your door
I love revenge, tryna ghost man
I can spin you on the spot
But I ain't talkin' about no slow jams
Trappin' isn't easy, niggas failin' just to make prof'
How you flippin' Q's? You're probably better with a day job
Your line's not reliable, your workers tryna take off
Bump me for my bread, I make my Ramsay give you weight loss
Yo, come we switch up the vibe, now
Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit
Turn up your volumes right now
Lock and load, you know what it is
Look, yo
She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D
Then send her her in an Uber
Bad night, Freddy Krueger
Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper
Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life"
Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter
Had to whip that pot off for the paper
Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover
Every music vid' that I shoot
I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin'
If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap
You know, I might buy her that Birkin
Two times that I bought hеr Chanel
'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin'
Never ever been a broadband worker
Give a one box to a yute like Virgin
Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up
Big boy corn get crash up, crash up
Head back split, get mash up, mash up
Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka
Sexy La Chicka call me papi
Big batty gyal, I call her mami
Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles
Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T
Back to the rap, man's livin'
Go tell her "Plaques and stacks"
Money comin' in from the left and the right
Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night
No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white
Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice
My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers
On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo
Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression
Making money, made me learn a lesson
If you hangin' with them bummy niggas
You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings
All these diamonds got me super flexin'
Got your wifey in my groupie section
I'm the baddest that she ever seen
I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson
Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name
You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch
And if I feed these demons inside of my heart
Better put you in a blood like Crips
Growin' up was easy and calm
Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks
Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it
Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson
Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction
Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption
Two plus two, did the maths, no actin'
Park that ting in the bush like Acton
Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs
But he still make your heart beat, skip like—
Bad B, bad B on me
She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry
I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson
Let me see your hands in the air like zombies
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
18 when I try go cunch
19 when I made bare funds
The next year was a bust like Trump
When I was a savage, I was about 21
Chat shit then a man get done
Gucci with the littlest Pump
Sweet one, outrageous bum
I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb
Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot
Give her this D then bop
I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties
One bad B, pretty face like Los
And the whole of the gang too bookie
My young boy wanna beat shots
He might lean out the ride with a hand ting
It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot
Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit
Turn up your volumes right now
Lock and load, you know what it is
Look, yo
She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D
Then send her her in an Uber
Bad night, Freddy Krueger
Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper
Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life"
Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter
Had to whip that pot off for the paper
Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover
Every music vid' that I shoot
I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin'
If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap
You know, I might buy her that Birkin
Two times that I bought hеr Chanel
'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin'
Never ever been a broadband worker
Give a one box to a yute like Virgin
Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up
Big boy corn get crash up, crash up
Head back split, get mash up, mash up
Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka
Sexy La Chicka call me papi
Big batty gyal, I call her mami
Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles
Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T
Back to the rap, man's livin'
Go tell her "Plaques and stacks"
Money comin' in from the left and the right
Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night
No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white
Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice
My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers
On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo
Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression
Making money, made me learn a lesson
If you hangin' with them bummy niggas
You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings
All these diamonds got me super flexin'
Got your wifey in my groupie section
I'm the baddest that she ever seen
I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson
Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name
You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch
And if I feed these demons inside of my heart
Better put you in a blood like Crips
Growin' up was easy and calm
Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks
Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it
Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson
Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction
Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption
Two plus two, did the maths, no actin'
Park that ting in the bush like Acton
Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs
But he still make your heart beat, skip like—
Bad B, bad B on me
She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry
I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson
Let me see your hands in the air like zombies
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
18 when I try go cunch
19 when I made bare funds
The next year was a bust like Trump
When I was a savage, I was about 21
Chat shit then a man get done
Gucci with the littlest Pump
Sweet one, outrageous bum
I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb
Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot
Give her this D then bop
I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties
One bad B, pretty face like Los
And the whole of the gang too bookie
My young boy wanna beat shots
He might lean out the ride with a hand ting
It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot
Rude boy, you don't wanna get popped, bap