Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skrrrr, artist - bbno$. Date of issue: 16.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Skrrrr |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh bbno$ |
| 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 |