Lyrics: Pradabagshawty
Music: Pradabagshawty
Caught up with too many skrams
Way too many skrams
I just smacked another one
Hard to turn these bitches down
I got bad shit in the Mount'
Fine shit clean me, wipe me down
Bad bih' come count up my check
She like "What's that on your neck?"
I'm just tryna smack sum
She was tryna loan sum
Murda gang shit can't go for nun
Hit the stick, reload my gun
I just pull up, black truck
Take her back to the 5ive, she goin
And this bih' be mad at nun
She think I'm her only one
Damn, these bitches ain't nun, huh
Going through phones, is you tripping?
She get lit wit no Don, woah
This bitch just gave me her mind
I know she going, it's fine
Tell that hoe chill out, be bool
I wasn't tripping on you
Ion like when you be siking
Don't wanna one night her, huh
I might just two night her
I'm getting lit with no lighter
Too many bitches I'm tired
I rock True Religion
I can't tell no lies
Ion got no bitches I just lay up wit my Gen 5
You be with them lames but I be with them slimes
Lil' Yotti be peeping the cap, 'cause half of these niggas be lying
I get the za from a Uber
She tryna fvck, Ima dive in like a scuba
You could just see me on Google
Young nigga popping, I was just eating on noodles
Way too many skrams, way too many vibes
Way too many guns, all these Gen 5's
Caught up with too many skrams
Way too many skrams
I just smacked another one
Hard to turn these bitches down
I got bad shit in the Mount'
Fine shit clean me, wipe me down
Bad bih' come count up my check
She like "What's that on your neck?"
I'm just tryna smack sum
She was tryna loan sum
Murda gang shit can't go for nun
Hit the stick, reload my gun
I just pull up, black truck
Take her back to the 5ive, she goin
And this bih' be mad at nun
She think I'm her only one