Cousin Skeeter

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayo, Mark A) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse: BabyTron] Paranoid, I thought the pizza man was a cherry top Probably would've hit your target, but you took a scary shot Hutch diamonds on me, I ain't never seen a Gary box Ahki with habibi finna slide and try to bury opps Microwave, I get hot quicker than Vinnie Johnson Chop with double D's, it need a bra, it got some titties on it Nah, for real, Zack Randolph, put a fifty on it Back in 2020, every 'fit, I spent a stimmy on it Three-five after three-five, I'm beyond blowed Scam God, I pulled some shit off that only God knows The bandwagon takin' off, you better hop on Buffs on, off a four of Wocky so the pop strong I'm online fuckin' everything up like Cousin Skeeter Unky, he a drankhead, he pouring up another liter Balenciaga shopping, spеnd a band on some running sneakers Back in high school, had еnough thrust to fuck the teachers Huh, 'fit five thousand, I'm just chillin', though Huh, off a V-cut, charging up like Piccolo Huh, damn near forty in these 'Miris, bitch, I'm pigeon-toed Huh, I'm outta town riding, so you know the ceiling gone Huh, I'm in my zone, in that one mode He was talking crazy, pop up on him with a snubnose Hoes breaking necks 'cause I'm walking through the club froze Better turn me off, you lookin' for a love song Grind mode, all twenty-four, seven days a week Talk about some za, but you out here selling eighths for cheap Trackhawk, you gon' break your neck tryna race the Jeep Never lost with this rap shit, I ain't face defeat Sky Priority, my luggage got the yellow tag Put a band on an opp head, he look like Melo ass Can't afford 'Woods, you in the crib rolling 'rillos mad On Saks, finna hit the site with a Canelo jab It's 2021, might make a hundred off an NFT Touchin' down right by Ford Field, this ain't the NFC Thought that I was human, I'm a G.O.A.T. is what they telling me Pull up with a AR with more legs than a centipede Splash God, bitch, I'm drippin' like the Seven Seas Glocky with the switch got more kick than a special team Why you talkin' down like you ahead of me? Throw a jab and I'ma throw some hollows, pussy, wrestle these Scam star, I done turned into a rap star Wounds left from the battlefield, shit, my back scarred Before the booth, all I really knew was crack cards Know some motherfuckers hate fraud, but they trap hard Know some motherfuckers showin' love, but it's hate inside You gon' get left in the middle, out here playing sides Took the Mitten's rap scene and I made it mine Done wrestling with these 'Miri jeans, shit, it's Franklin time [Outro: BabyTron] Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Mark?