Skitzo

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha-ha-ha, yeah (What you talkin' 'bout, Lincoln?) Mob, bitch You already know I'm top five (Meezy, spin that back), hahahaha [Chorus] Ayy, I invest in the trap, but I'm hands off Ain't duckin' no smoke, nigga, we can pull up, have a standoff (Smoke) I ran it up with the plug and you ran off Trap that shit out, I ain't ask for no handout (Trap, trap) I got a hundred on me and that's just on my neck He put some money on me, now his shooter in debt (Dumbass) We be steppin' on shit, niggas know I'm a threat (Step) Nigga step outta line, we gon' get him correct (Hrrr) I'm surrounded by shooters like Draymond Green (Shooters) I'm surrounded by Dracs, I can make one sing (Hrrr) Niggas know we the paint somethin' team We'll torture a nigga 'til he come clean (Rrah) This a Glock, I can turn this bitch to a machine He an opp, we gon' make him get stuck in a dream (Kill him) Niggas know that I shoot like Kareem (Bitch) Ayy, niggas know I came up off the fiends (Trap) [Verse] Ayy, niggas know we be killin' like Scream They ain't know it was me that was under that mask, though Chop make a nigga lean back just like Fat Joe They know we slime shit, better lock up that backdoor (Slime) Ayy, my stick got some titties like a fat ho All these rounds in this bitch, I can lay down a packed show (Boom, boom, boom) I be itchin' for highs, before that, might rap slow I go back to the trap when my racks low He say he want smoke, then for sure, he gon' get what he ask for He gon' die from this shit like we gave him some bad dope (Kill him) I came from the block, servin' niggas out a bando (Block) I swing the stick just like Rambo (Boom, boom) 'Fore I run out of money, I'll start sellin' junkies some hand soap Keep it on me, bitch, it ain't no place that I can't go (No) They want me to lose, but I can't (Nope) They rap like they killers, but we know they ain't (Hah) I know niggas that ball, but can't stand in that paint (Nah, ball) I can make a phone call, they gon' pull up and paint (Hrrr) Heard an opp had got locked and that nigga got shanked All he heard was some shots and that nigga went blank All this gas in the spot like we finna go fill up a tank (Damn) We strapped like we finna go take down a bank (Sticks) Hundred-round clip, so we ain't gotta aim 'em (Hrrr) Come to the city, better know it get dangerous (Stop shit) Ain't gotta be in that car, finna crank it (Nope) I want them M's, nigga, fuck bein' famous (M&Ms) Go against me, niggas must wanna die (What?) Let me get out the booth and go make them arrangements Wet up the block, they gon' think it was rainin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew) We ain't the same, I wasn't cut from that blanket (Nope) My bro fightin' murders, he cut off his ankle (Damn) I come from the Murder where money don't change shit (Murder) We was just broke, me and gang had to change kicks Can't go back broke, nigga, I gotta stay fixed (Never) When it's smoke on the floor, niggas know we go apeshit (Hrrr) Better tuck your lil' chain 'fore my young niggas take it (Rrr) Trap out the spot, we do numbers like Matrix (Trap spot) You cuffin' that thot and she basic (Ugh) Freaky lil' bitch say she just wanna taste it Just walked in the room and she already naked (Damn) I know she on go, but she say I'm her favorite Go fuck up the store, I ain't even tryna save it I'll make a nigga do a 360, he see this 380 They know I throw bullets like Brady They know that we cross shit just like McGrady They know that we ball just like Kyrie (Irving) This stick hit his body, need IV (Surgery) Niggas snitch, must didn't know that my niggas eat rats like we Chinese (Rrr) He was Crip, now that nigga a Hi-C (Hah) Catch him slippin' and put him on FOX 4 Lotta killers that's comin' behind me (Bitch) Keep it on me, can't go out like Pop Smoke (No) All these packs in the trap, nigga stock broke All this cheese in my pocket, it's nacho (It's guap) Tried to play with that bag and he got smoked (Boom) Disappeared, them folks said that he got ghost Got more kills than the nigga that shot Ghost My lil' nigga ain't nothin' but fourteen Gotta know that I keep me a Glock close I'll up it and spray it like oil sheen Ayy, pull up in 'Rari or Porsches (Skrrt) Came from a state where they like to ride horses I married that money, won't never divorce She ain't wanna fuck 'til I pulled up on Forgis [Chorus] Ayy, I invest in the trap, but I'm hands off Ain't duckin' no smoke, nigga, we can pull up, have a standoff I ran it up with the plug and you ran off Trap that shit out, I ain't ask for no handout I got a hundred on me and that's just on my neck He put some money on me, now his shooter in debt We be steppin' on shit, niggas know I'm a threat Nigga step outta line, we gon' get him correct I'm surrounded by shooters like Draymond Green I'm surrounded by Dracs, I can make one sing Niggas know we the paint somethin' team We'll torture a nigga 'til he come clean This a Glock, I can turn this bitch to a machine He an opp, we gon' make him get stuck in a dream Niggas know that I shoot like Kareem Ayy, niggas know I came up off the fiends