K Suave, 8oo Ca$h and HoodRichSlatt - Skype Me

Yeah, yeah, ayy icy like a Pisces
Bet your bitch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back
 got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young nigga get a check like Nike
Make your bitch ride on the dick like a bikey
Smoking la la la, la la la, la la la la la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

She gon' pop that pussy then
Drink me like a soda (yeah)
No more luck with bitches
I got hoes in Minnesota (yeah, yeah)
Free Money Gang extort your homie
Get him poked up
More white girl than a playboy, lil' nigga
Get your coke up
I'm trapping out my residence
My neighbors think I'm innocent
I fucked her, gave her right back to her
Nigga like I rented it
I'm sliding on these opps
It's only right I went and tinted it
Subtracting all the petty shit
I'm tryna add up dividends
These niggas cap like blah-blah-blah
My bitches talk like, "Give me this"
Got a mino Draco, blah da da
Hate many men like 50 Cent
She see me with them racks out
That bitch say that she like me
I bet if I went back down
That bitch wouldn't even write me
Remember I was posted on the
Block in my white tee
Now I ride past, to the Audi
Bitches used to leave when we
Brought pistols to the party
Now I tell security to keep
These bitches off me

Yeah, yeah, ayy icy like a Pisces
Bet your bitch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back
Got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young nigga get a check like Nike
Make your bitch ride on the dick like a bikey
Smoking la la la, la la la, la la la la la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

She blowin' me up when she mad
I talk to that bitch like her dad
Fuck an Uber, I called her a cab
Hurt her feelings while you get attached
Switch the locks to the door
Leave her stuck like a S'more
I'm knocking her down like a fort
Poppin' these pills like a cork
I'm tryna get in them shorts
Told her ass, "Welcome aboard" (Slatt)
She claiming she not a whore
I told her I want some more
Pop up at your door like the landlord
She get the feeling in my jeans
She say that my dick so fat
You say that you really 'bout
It, you ain't a street, it's an act
How you think you taking hollows? You
Can't even take a tap
Now you wanna turn around
I told your ass no going back
Had to take her ass to get
Upgraded 'cause her phone was wack
(God, that shit was lame)

Yeah, yeah, ayy icy like a Pisces
Bet your bitch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back
Got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young nigga get a check like Nike
Make your bitch ride on the dick like a bikey
Smoking la la la, la la la, la la la la la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

Written by:
Unknown Writer, Kevin Gainer

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