Songwriter: Lil Skies
Producer: CorMill
Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro]
Just did it
Just did it
Yeah yeah
Cormill
Yeah yeah
I might just do this shit for fun, fr fr
Real talk on this shit
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Niggas be switchin' on they partners for a couple dollars
Bitch we ain't talkin', if he want it, we gon' bring the drama
That's on my momma, we were ready when it's for the commas
My foreign bitch, she fuck me good, we eat at Benny Hondas
I came from nothin', try to take it, then you gotta kill me
She see my tats, and like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
I'm off the drink, I spilled the cup, my wood is full of sticky
She mixed the molly with the liquor, now she actin' silly
Say fuck a job, I'm with my niggas, wе gon' run it up
Don't give a fuck bout what you think, bitch we need all the bucks
That nigga lamе, look like a stain, I might just leave him stuck
I'm on the road, still layin' low, the cops be on my nuts
I poured a four inside my sprite and now I'm leanin' over
He got her drunk, that nigga mad because I fucked her sober
I'm feelin' lucky, smokin' gas, this that four leaf clover
Yes you can suck me, then you leavin' you ain't stayin' over
Niggas be hatin' from a distance cause they bitches love it
How you gon talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
I'm cookin' up, that's why they mad, my shit fresh out the oven
Don't do no talkin', nor discussion, most these niggas bluffin'
I made my way, I'm on my way, now they all in my face
I work too hard, don't need no feature, look at my fanbase
These niggas plottin' gotta watch em, tryna build a case
She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste
Fuck in Chanel, you can tell, she will never tell
Got Clientele, my shit ringin', money off the scale
[Intro]
Just did it
Just did it
Yeah yeah
Cormill
Yeah yeah
I might just do this shit for fun, fr fr
Real talk on this shit
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Niggas be switchin' on they partners for a couple dollars
Bitch we ain't talkin', if he want it, we gon' bring the drama
That's on my momma, we were ready when it's for the commas
My foreign bitch, she fuck me good, we eat at Benny Hondas
I came from nothin', try to take it, then you gotta kill me
She see my tats, and like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
I'm off the drink, I spilled the cup, my wood is full of sticky
She mixed the molly with the liquor, now she actin' silly
Say fuck a job, I'm with my niggas, wе gon' run it up
Don't give a fuck bout what you think, bitch we need all the bucks
That nigga lamе, look like a stain, I might just leave him stuck
I'm on the road, still layin' low, the cops be on my nuts
I poured a four inside my sprite and now I'm leanin' over
He got her drunk, that nigga mad because I fucked her sober
I'm feelin' lucky, smokin' gas, this that four leaf clover
Yes you can suck me, then you leavin' you ain't stayin' over
Niggas be hatin' from a distance cause they bitches love it
How you gon talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
I'm cookin' up, that's why they mad, my shit fresh out the oven
Don't do no talkin', nor discussion, most these niggas bluffin'
I made my way, I'm on my way, now they all in my face
I work too hard, don't need no feature, look at my fanbase
These niggas plottin' gotta watch em, tryna build a case
She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste
Fuck in Chanel, you can tell, she will never tell
Got Clientele, my shit ringin', money off the scale
more tracks from the album
Unreleased Songs
- Feel It*
- Run It Back
- Need Some Space*
- Runts*
- Pull Up
- That’s My Word*
- Opp in the Blunt*
- Opp Huntin*
- My Baby
- Music N Pain*
- Mary K
- Swerving
- Johnny Dang
- Style
- Neighborhood Playboi
- Beat The Case*
- A Couple Dollas*
- Thor*
- Westside*
- Fake Smiles (Famous)*
- Ball Everyday*
- Expensive (Master V2)
- Money Up
- Let’s Be Honest
- Never Sober*
- Elevate
- Freezin’ (Ice Water)
- Moving
- Perfect Groove
- Kill
- Nowhere to Go
- In A Minute (Remix)
- Assume*
- No Fux
- Basics
- Faithful*
- Nobody
- Demons and Angels (Demo)
From the album