★ intro ★
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, look
★ verse 1 ★
Black #ss n#gg# really pushing my movement
I feel like the black panther
Smoking all type of strains got pack in the air
f#ck around leave your #ss with cancer
When twelve ask questions i feel like it’s school
I don’t really know that answer
Bad b#tch ask me why i’m just a rude #ss n#gg#
I been forgot my manners
And i got hoes on me in the boatload
Riding round the coupe all night like santa
Found out brodie was taking to the popo
So i put the tool to his #ss, no hammer
Catch me lacking yeah, that’s a no no
That’s like catching a ghost on camera
You can be a 10 in the face with a fat #ss waist
But you still ain’t meet my standards
Pull that stick out go bananas
My bro locked up in that slammer
I can take 10 out the bank on a bad #ss day and still pour up dis fanta
Bad #ss b*tch in my dm talking sh#t i’m correcting all her grammar
n#gg# f#ck yo gang you a lil lame #ss n#gg# bet you from alabama
★ verse 2 ★
How you say you ball and you don’t even got no handles?
We done blicked his #ss and left him there
Who the f#ck gon solve that scandal?
When the lights go out it’s demon time
As soon as i blow that candle
And my b*tch got a lump on her butt
It looks something like a camel
You twelve #ss n#gg#
When i get around you it hot some like summer
You a l #ss n#gg# man
The glock finna leave you shocked just like thunder
Met a bad #ss b#tch at the function
I want top, f#ck her number
Lil hoe tryna get my wood down wtf i look like lumber?
Feel like i’m misunderstood now only one i got my brother
Ain’t get sleep in three weeks working all day
I don’t get no slumber
My gang send bullets from the top
While my demons slide from under
Put my dick up in her palico, this ain’t no monster hunter
Cool, you juliet, i’m not romeo, i’m the side n#gg#
You can post that glock all day
But i bet he won’t come outside with it
And i keep the blunt real close to me on god cause i don’t like liquor
I hate this lame #ss gen it’s always bout who type quicker
Talking sh#t, f#ck that we can fight n#gg#
I might take yo b#tch seen she had a nice figure
f#ck bout global warming i just want my ice bigger
My chop pop in yo face like when you open sprite n#gg#
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SKYTE Lyrics – Black Panther