(Chorus)
I was on a wave with you
Kill my vibe whats up with you
Why you talking shit, what’s good?
Dodgin’ bullets I go skrt skrt skrt

I’m gon’ keep it humble ‘for I go
I’m gon’ put ‘em all on when I blow
Fuck ‘em tigers talking shit like they’re the one
If I see ‘em I go skrt skrt skrt

Skrt skrt skrt
If I see you I go skrt skrt skrt
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
If I see you I go

I got all my broadies for the low
All of my locos ‘bout to roll
You a drama queen
Queen of all 'em shows
Too much face, where the soul
Too much dying for the gold
Crusty ass, dry as fuck
All you need is some-my sauce
Monkey MF’s, I’ve been throwin’ em bananas
City of the sun, estamos tranquillitos en Las Palmas
Fuck witcha boy, I like all my women in pijamas
When I get that mula I’m sending my whole family to the Bahamas

(Chorus)
x2

SKRT