Lyrics Mr. Skii - Luh Tyler

Yeah, nigga
Ayy
Skii, uh, yeah (OhYeaChris)

Stuffing hundreds and them pockets getting fat (getting fat)
I got four pockets full, yours flat (yours flat)
I just bought some off the rack, for a rack (for a rack)
Pussy capping, that's a cat in a hat, yeah (in a hat)
Real shit, ain't no cap in my rap (no cap)
Bad bitch, let me smack from the back (from the back)
She a bug, you can keep her, she a gnat (she a gnat)
Real young rich nigga, yeah, I'm that (yeah, I'm that)

Blue hundreds, pink fifties in the bag (in the bag)
Young nigga got the blues like he sad (I ain't sad)
Skippin' school, I ain't like to go to class (go to class)
Sippin' juice, got me glitchin', finna laugh
Damn, lil' shawty lookin' good, but she bad (bad)
Showed them niggas love, man, I wish I never had (I never had)
Told lil' shawty, "I'm a dog off the leash"
I'm screaming "Skii," but my niggas screaming "Zee" (skii, zee)

Shout out to my dentist, got me screaming "Glee" (glee)
Bitch, your bitch gon' let me hit it for the free (for the free)
Like a hurricane, I'm blowing down these trees (down these trees)
Take a nigga main and put her on her knees (on her knees)
Higher than a plane, smoking out the P (out the P)
Kissing Mary Jane, I can't even breathe (I can't breathe)
Make her give me brain 'fore I make her leave (make her leave)
She ain't know I had a trick up my sleeve (up my sleeve)

I been grindin', still standin' on that biz (on that biz)
I'ma keep it real, tell 'em what it is (what it is)
She want me to trick on her, that's for kids (hell nah)
(Tricks for kids, I ain't doin' no trickin', you lost your mind)
All these rhymes off the head (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I was geeked up off the meds (uh, uh)
Woke up this morning with two baddies in the bed (what the fuck?)
Kicked them out and then I went to chase a check (on gang)

Stuffing hundreds and them pockets getting fat (getting fat)
I got four pockets full, yours flat (yours flat)
I just bought some off the rack, for a rack (for a rack)
Pussy capping, that's a cat in a hat, yeah (that's a cat)
Real shit, ain't no cap in my rap (no cap)
Bad bitch, let me smack from the back (uh, uh)
She a bug, you can keep her, she a gnat (what the fuck?)
Real young rich nigga, yeah, I'm that (yeah, I'm that)

Blue hundreds, pink fifties in the bag (in the bag, yeah, nigga)
Young nigga got the blues like he sad (he ain't sad, nigga, gang, yeah)
Uh, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, nigga, Skii