Lyrics Skrrrr - bbno$, LZR, Max Wells

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