Oii
What's doiiing
It's Lil Sknow

What
I ain't rich so I trap, find ya bitch in my lap (finder)
20 bucks for a cap (no fiver)
Got a bunch in my dacks (yeep)
Cunts munching on gack
Love drunk on the rack
Dumb sluts get one touch and wanna be calling me dad
I'm never calling her back (nah)
Busting my nut then I lash (urrggh)
Ordered the pack bought her and back
Everything I say is FACTS!

Punch a cone I don't leave a ghosty
Up the nose where she needs it mostly
Country roads I been steering slowly
Watch you know about fear and loathing
Gucci gear I don't need no clothing
Louis t I been feeling lonely
I been feeling lonely

I used to rort my clothes
Shoutout to David Jones
Got picked up by the 8th P but I was just smoking cones
I've been struggling to sleep (FUCK!!)
All I eat is benzos I ain't wannabe a lil peep
Let me dial up 3 of those (RIP)
Mix my lean with the Sprite (Mix it)
Listerine I stay crispy clean whenever I'm stepping outside
Late night in the trap
Got a man feeling mad
She wanna know if I'm coming home
But I'm in love with the racks
Junkie cunts wanna jab
Ganga sluts wanna scab
Making numbers in a cab (skrrrr)
My killometers looking phat
Left punch red rum (gone)
Same cunts fall flat
Dead cunts called mum (yea)
Mates died like that
Nuff said I'm done lost time comes back