Luh Tyler - Mr. Skii

Yeah, nigga, ayy
Shoo-shoo, skii
Uh, yeah (OhYeaChris)

Stuffin' hundreds and them pockets gettin' fat (yeah, fat)
I got four pockets full, yours flat (yours flat)
I just bought some off the rack, for a rack (for a rack)
Pussy cappin', that's a cat in a hat, yeah (in a hat)
Real shit, ain't no cap in my rap (no cap)
Bad bitch, let me smack from the back (from the back)
She a bug, you can keep her, she a gnat (she a gnat)
Real young rich nigga, yeah, I'm that (yeah, I'm that)

Blue hundreds, pink fifties in the bag (in the bag)
Young nigga got the blues like he sad (I ain't sad)
Skippin' school, I ain't like to go to class (go to class)
Sippin' juice, got me glitchin', finna laugh
Damn, lil' shawty lookin' good, but she bad (bad)
Showed these niggas love, man, I wish I never had (I never had)
Told lil' shawty, "I'm a dog off the leash"
I'm screamin' "Skii," but my niggas screamin', "Zee" (skii, zee)
Shout out to my dentist, got me screamin' "Glee" (glee)
Bitch, your bitch gon' let me hit it for the free (for the free)
Like a hurricane, I'm blowin' down these trees (down the trees)
Take a nigga main and put her on her knees (on her knees)
Higher than a plane, smokin' out the P (out the P)
Kissin' Mary Jane and I can't even breathe (I can't breathe)
Make her give me brain 'fore I make her leave (make her leave, uh-uh)
She ain't know I had a trick up my sleeve (up my sleeve)
I been grindin', still standin' on that biz (on that biz)
I'ma keep it real, tell 'em what it is (what it is)
She want me to trick on her, that's for kids (hell nah)
Tricks for kids, I ain't doin' no trickin', you lost your mind
All these rhymes off the head (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I was geeked up off the meds (uh, uh)
Woke up this mornin' with two baddies in the bed (what the fuck?)
Kicked them out and then I went to chase a check (on gang)

Stuffin' hundreds and them pockets gettin' fat (gettin' fat)
I got four pockets full, yours flat (yours flat)
I just bought some off the rack, for a rack (for a rack)
Pussy cappin', that's a cat in a hat, yeah (that's a cat)
Real shit, ain't no cap in my rap (no cap)
Bad bitch, let me smack from the back (ugh, ugh)
She a bug, you can keep her, she a gnat (what the fuck?)
Real young rich nigga, yeah, I'm that (yeah, I'm that)

Blue hundreds, pink fifties in the bag (in the bag)
Yeah, nigga
Young nigga got the blues like he sad (I ain't sad)
Nigga, gang, yeah
Uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, nigga (skii)

Written by:
Christopher Nichols, Tyler Meeks

Publisher:
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