Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skrilla, artist - Zu KeeperDate of issue: 17.12.2017
Song language: English
Skrilla |
| When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar |
| When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar |
| When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar |
| Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla |
| Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike |
| Friday night, I’m in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke |
| Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty |
| Caught a mouscope, ain’t aimin' at no birdie |
| My name plate, travel through the interstate |
| Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate |
| Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy’s |
| Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy |
| I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate |
| I’m at the herb gate, watch my money bake |
| Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray |
| My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray |
| When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal |
| Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do |
| A moment to pray, a second to die |
| Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high |
| Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty’s out the closet |
| I return you niggas for a five percent deposit |
| Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle |
| Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single |
| Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play |
| When shit get bad, I’m looking for a badder way |
| Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst |
| To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first |
| Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first |
| Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst |
| Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering |
| Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen |
| Straight through the back, like the javelin |
| Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling |