paroles de chanson Outro - Skoobii

They bluffing pull up its end of discussion
I ain't ask her for nothing
I got this shit i was hustle
I aint fuckin with none if den niggas they bluffing
Pull up its end of discussion
I aint leach off a bitch i aint ask her for nothing
I got this shit i was hustling
Spend a bag on these guns we aint fighting nothing
I aint got time for the tussling
Told her juss eat me up aint no fussing
Be on the block i aint hiding im clutching pluck em
Hop out and rush em
Speak on my name imma crush em
Bullets they flying he ducking
I aint for nothing
Gone to the store and im tucking
Hollows hit em ripping all through his spine he suffering
Bro in a casket im gunning
I aint tryn be president told em kill me i aint running
Gone to the first i aint punting
Reaper be ripping and running you victim he coming

I aint fuckin with bitches im trying get rich
Put my heart in this shit imma die if i snitch
Put me up on the stand imma lie to that bitch
If da bag in the sky imma fly to that bitch
I can barely see out of the five percent
Do wat i want i fuck up imma try again
Lie to the bitch i get caught imma lie again
Bitch i be on the block im with my iron
Got the world on my shoulder hurt my spine
We get the water and clean that shit up now its alkaline
Stick in my shit not a porcupine
Wake up like six in the morning you know thats the perfect time
Owe me money better pay the fine
Pick my gun up make a wish and i blow like a dandyline
They gonna bury him out bradywine
Shit im havin a long day
Up it in braud day
I remember days i was thugging i slept ina hallway
Count money all day
Hit her and leave like a fall day
I dont fuck with the classics or condoms im having a raw day
Put this rock on her back like a spa day
Told her to taste before she eat it treat my shit like a antree
She gotta hurry up i gotta long day
And im smokin on lightskin keisha heater
If she go through my phone imma beat it leave her
And i be on the block i dont care bout the weather
Or how im feeling imma trap with a fever
Send that boy to the sky nice to meet ya
I aint popping percs no or pouring up liters
He aint listen to me in them songs them bullets made him a believer
Shout out to da creeper

I aint fuckin with none if den niggas they bluffing
Pull up its end of Discussion
I aint leach off a bitch i aint ask her for nothing
I got this shit i was hustling
Spend a bag on these guns we aint fighting nothing
I aint got time for the tussling
Told her juss eat me up aint no fussing
Be on the block i aint hiding im clutching
Pluck em
Hop out and rush em
Speak on my name imma crush em
Bullets they flying he ducking
I aint for nothing
Gone to the store and im tucking
Hollows hit em ripping all through his spine he suffering
Bro in a casket im gunning
I aint tryn be president told em kill me i aint running
Gone to the first i aint punting
Reaper be ripping and runnin you victim he coming
Gfive in this bitch with me nigga
Choppa have em running nigga
We got sticks like we drumming nigga
You know how im comin nigga