Skippin States

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (The Don) Whew, huh [Verse 1: StanWill] I had to teach myself ain't nothin' fair in live Skinny-ass Amiris only time you catch me wearin' Mikes Bitch, Dog Shit Militia (Jxckk just want a drink) If I see you with a rat, then y'all a pair of mice Doggy said it's up, I hope that he don't think I'm scared of heights Told your ho to give me space, bitch, I'm a terabyte Funny I done made his boo go ghost, we had a scary night Shit, it get spooky fast Cuddy quick to pop an opp, the same shit that I do to tags In that AMG, like BabyTron, I'm Mr. Do the Dash Be done blew the brain up out a nigga, leave him stupid fast I might lose faith in a ho, but you know I'll never lose the bag Huh, no cap [Verse 2: TrDee] It was niggas prayin' on our downfall, I know they broke as fuck and mad (Where your money at?) Watch when you ballin', niggas try to hack you If my mans ever down, just know I'ma spot you Niggas irritatin', like a pimple, I'ma pop you You know the world really yours, ain't nobody got you Whip came from America, my bitch foreign I could have five fouls, I'ma keep scorin' If she ain't got the two-hand twist, that bitch boring My coat Moncler, it used to be Ralph Lauren We gon' smoke him like a 'Wood if it's ever problems All shooters in the hood, ain't nobody doctors Lame bitches got broke niggas on they roster Old ho call my phone, my bitch made me block her [Verse 3: BabyTron] Your bitch made you call eleven times while she made me lobster Call up bro to call lil' neph', yeah, them my baby stompers I be blowin' out the 'bow, I ain't an eighthie shopper Speakin' of the eighthies, if I sell one, that bitch eighty dollars Pulled up in 4A1, shot him with the lengthy chopper That lil' ho was actin' tough until my lady popped her You don't really wanna take it, you a shaky robber Lil' bougie cold, bitch, I threw the Dior blankie on her If I slide down and miss, then I'm spinnin' right back Told that rat don't even try to pack a spend-the-night bag Ironic that I'm up in Saks Fifth to give 'em five racks She see me in the bus, black sticks, won't get your wife back [Verse 4: StanWill] She see me in the bus, white sticks, gon' get your ho took I got killers with me, murder one the reason bro booked Culinary with my opps, I pull up, get the lo' cooked Then I spin back like a chorus, but ain't throwin' no hooks Salad in my Ksubis, pull up on her, get my pickle ate High school, I was skippin' class, now I'm tourin', skippin' states [Verse 5: TrDee] Your mans starving, how the fuck you ain't give bro a plate? I ain't never lackin', even got my Glocky on a date Whole team shinin' like the Pistons in '04 Three hundred for a verse, I'll give your ass a four Why they put you in the game? You ain't even score I'm workin' 'til my crib big enough to go on tour (Jxckk just want a drink) [Verse 6: BabyTron] Bitch tryna battle, I'ma stab her with my sword Eatin' crab inside a Porsche, you out here stabbin' in a Ford Drip dropper, you would think that I was standin' in the storm Thuggin' out of town like still'll make a palette on the floor (The Don) [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam