Skrrrr - bbno$, LZR, Max Wells

Uh, uh, uh, uh bbno$

This shit goddamn too hard, bruh

Yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh)

Yuh, yuh

Gu-gu-gun on my strap, it’s your sis on my lap

And I heard she was a fan

So I got up quick and I saved that lick

And I, fuck a bih

And I killed my show and I don’t need no

And you’re meltin' like some snow

So I need some dough, and the dough will grow

watch me glow

I’m gonna like whoa

I flag the scene, that’s

I’m sippin' on this brown paper bag like it’s designer tho

And she already knows

She gave this baby

I drop my campaign, in the form of a mix-tape you ho

You silly sussy boy, you see me smashing on your sister

Your game be pussy shit, don’t make me pop you like a blister

I’m out here in the summer, man I’m cold just like the winter

You got me runnin' shit, that cause you know I’m quite the sprinter

I’m in the school, I need a printer, not a money counter

Your momma she letting me play with all that powder

If I’m good I’m dyin' on some

I got some tickers on me, I’m flexing like Mr Hatter

My mommy told me screw the sauce until you get the bread

I’m packing of course this stays all in my bed

I’m waving Nerfs at you, you sussy boy, I think you fled

I grab my pencil and my book and now you’ll need some led

My bars be cool

My bih is

Now fuck a, truce

Sip that, loose

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, yeah we talkin'

So flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, yeah like what this say, so

Gu-gu-gun on my strap, it’s your sis on my lap

And I heard she was a fan

So I got up quick and I saved that lick

And I, fuck a bih

And I killed my show and I don’t need no

And you’re meltin' like some snow

So I need some dough, and the dough will grow

watch me glow

I’m gonna like whoa

I flag the scene, that’s

I’m sippin' on this brown paper bag like it’s designer tho

And she already knows

She gave this baby

I drop my campaign, in the form of a mix-tape you ho

Ayy, yeah, she called me a stick

Still petty, take the dick

lipstick, got me kissin', ayy

Rich, frozen shit

Guess I’m fetti now we ready and we split this, ayy

I got her wet like a lake

I keep it wet like a bus

Every time I move out of state, I said I looked at my bars

I ain’t gonna go back, I ain’t comin' back down

I’ve been on this pack, beatin' shit like, yuh

But do not start, but you not hard

I was smokin' on some blunts outside of Lockhart

When I pull up on you, runnin' with the cop car

Never lacking 'cause my brudda got the

I need all my debit with me, like I got some credit

To say so, if I’m mistaken, my case open, goin' crazy, ayy

You wasn’t ready, tornado with a machete

I lay up, like I’m the in Halo so they ain’t stress me

Gun on my strap, it’s your sis on my lap

And I heard she was a fan

So I got up quick and I saved that lick

And I, fuck a bih

And I killed my show and I don’t need no

And you’re meltin' like some snow

So I need some dough, and the dough will grow

watch me glow

I’m gonna like whoa

I flag the scene, that’s

I’m sippin' on this brown paper bag like it’s designer tho

And she already knows

She gave this baby

I drop my campaign in the form of a mix-tape you ho

Skrrrr