SKRT SKRT Lyrics – Big Scarr
(Let the BandPlay)
Uh, uh, uh, hold on, let me talk to ’em
Hear this ***, ***
I’m back
Catch your backend, got me thumbin’ through it
On the road headed to the money, ***, where I’m born
I see him askin’ why I ain’t goin’ bad for it
Street racin’ ’til your hear the engine, I don’t need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth gold
And we havin’ motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smokin’ ***, me and Jimmy loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that’s what they hear when I come through
I be gettin’ money, ***, what you doin’?
Chasin’ out the ***, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that’s what they hear when I come through
Take your *** blew when I walk through
*** mean muggin’ ’cause it’s beef, playin’ peekaboo
And nah, I got street cred’, but I don’t brag on it
Uh, drive the new whip with no tag on it
Double *** spoiled, hit the dash and go fast on it
And I don’t wanna hit it, I pass on her
Throw the *** the gang like they finna have a blast on her
Stop dissin’ ‘fore you end up like your last homie
Chopper knock a *** out his shoe, put a tag on him
Toe tag on him
Catch your backend, got me thumbin’ through it
On the road headed to the money, ***, where I’m born
I see him askin’ why I ain’t goin’ bad for it
Street racin’ ’til your hear the engine, I don’t need a horn
Cut some niggas off, now my back growing
VVS diamonds in my wrist and my mouth gold
And we havin’ motion like Jiffy Lube
Still in the hood smokin’ ***, me and Jimmy loose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that’s what they hear when I come through
I be gettin’ money, ***, what you doin’?
Chasin’ out the ***, now you broke, man, these niggas stupid
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom, that’s what they hear when I come through
Take your *** blew when I walk through
*** mean muggin’ ’cause it’s beef, playin’ peekaboo
Yeah, you know the gang Rich and Ruthless
Everybody ’round me, yeah, they gettin’ to it
You ain’t get no money, lil’ ***, what your trap doin’?
I was in the streets, I adapted to ’em
Police-ass niggas, never see me giving dap to ’em