SKRILLA FREESTYLE (feat. Kevis2kreep & JUNOTHELOST)

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Brodie Macck

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Brodie Macck man
No I don't play about my skrilla
Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer
And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla
Ain't make enough yet, but the stack getting bigger
Pull up, pack it, load and deliver
Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, make something shake, be a go-getter
Gotta keep money flow, like the river
They know we too icy, they started to shiver
I said I'ma God, don't call me your nigga
So icy like Guwop, hustle like Jigga
She want me to touch it, but I don't feel her
She tryin' to bust it, like she a killer
They making them reels, but they know we realer
Come through stepping like Godzilla
Ay, look at my eyes and I'm fried
It's early in the AM, already outside
Woke up, first thing on my mind wasn't violence
But I ain't leave the house without that fih-fih-fih-fih-fih
It can all go down, just walk on by
And you don't want no beef, you got pork on the side
He thought it was bool talking on the guys
He thought it was bool walking on that side
Ain't know how to move, he need a tour guide
That AR stand up like a tall guy
Don't need the potato, he a small fry
Told me it's slippery, watch how I slide
She got my face wet, like I cried
I know that you told, I'm just wondering why
Can't get with the Hurks, so don't even try
Brodie Macck man
No I don't play about my skrilla
Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer
And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla
Ain't make enough yet, but the stack getting bigger
Pull up, pack it, load, and deliver
Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, Make something shake, be a go-getter
Bitch, you already know it's Kevis2Kreeper
Creeper than who, creeper than Jeepers
Fuckin' with these bitches, bitches be leeches
Bitch, if it ain't 'bout no money, why the f*ck we speaking
I ain't Abraham, pussy we ain't linkin'
You'll think that I'm Michael, she just want me to beat it
Bitch, in the streets you know it's do or fuckin' die
If a nigga run up, shot up in his eye
All these niggas they be sweet, like potato pie
Bitch, shots go off like Fourth of July
Run up on who, pussy dare you try
You can take a first class flight, to the sky
Bitch, like Kodak, I be getting to the skrilla
Lay your ass down, like your head on a pillow
Niggas better duck they cap, 'cause we'll peel em'
On gang, I'ma play them cards right, I don't care who deal em'
Niggas talking crazy, boy I don't feel em'
We gon' bust shots, pussy nigga we send em'
Kevis roll up and somebody just died
Like I'm under that red and I'm under that five
Like it's Gunno the G and I'm always outside
We hurkin' and lurkin' for the homicide
Nine bix, nine bix, they see how I shine
Tell Wack100, bitch I'm east side
I'm really on time, f*ck the peace sign
Don't run, don't trip like, why would you try
I'm geekin' I'm bussin' I can't even lie
Upped it in traffic, why you surprised
I ain't letting that fly, I'm letting it fly
New York state of mind, I'm feeling like Nas
Outside on hots, I'm toting my nine
I don't got no passy, this shit is mine
I'm hitting my target, gotta rewind
I don't care you a ten, I won't give you a dime
No I don't play about my skrilla
Doin' the dash when I'm leaving the dealer
And bro got the ratchet, call it GloRilla
Ain't make enough yet, but the stack getting bigger
Pull up, pack it, load, and deliver
Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, make something shake, be a go-getter

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