Skerr

I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud
I got on 9 diamond chains
In the booth right now
They call me spending stupid, no roof it
Shawty with that gold toothes
Old Gucci, new Gucci
Make you upgrade your booty
Whipping up that Hootie and the Blowfish
I’m getting to it chain cost a brick
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m bring me a melt back
All this fucking L

Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot
I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope
I’m selling the bricks, re-rock
Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot
I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope
I’m selling the bricks, re-rock skerr
Gone

Nah that ain’t me
Nigga that’s Gucci scraping the pot
I’m in the other room stacking
Up pounds of stinking pot
40 bands on me in this booth right now
50 pints, sold em in 30 minutes
Soon as they touched down
Pull up smoking cookies, sipping syrup
Been a big timer in my city, I got work
They talk about big money shit
But nigga I do that
You want a pint from me nigga
That’s gon cost you two stacks
Thinking bout buying another whip so
I took a trip to go and see my plug
Nigga first things first got back
Told my home boy don’t be
Surprised when he see
Me pull up at the block in that vert

Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot
I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope
I’m selling the bricks, re-rock
Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot
I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope
I’m selling the bricks, re-rock skerr
Gone