Lil Xeem - Skrt Skrt (feat. A.G.E. The Gawd)

I know how it feel when nobody on your side
I know how it feel to go against all the odds
I know how it felt when homie took his own life
I'm in this position cuz I had to sacrifice
So just lemme count my bands
100s and 50s and 20s and 10s
Come and get your mans
I just bought me and my bitch a new Benz
I don't got no friends
But I keep grinding like I'm the man
Never got a chance
Had to make one, I got Bentleys and Lamb's
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Pull up to the gym, we lift 205s
Pull up to the stu, we make them 808s slide
Pull up in the Benz, shawty want a ride
Always keep it real, I ain't never switchin' sides
Man I'm goin' in
Had to hop the fence, popped a Percocet
He said he want static
I'm like "Yea, okay, aight bet"
Pull with the TEC
Got him scared, stopped him in his tracks
Put his hands up too late
Choppa shooting hollows through his head
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Hold up, look, had to lock in with my youngin'
He sent me the stems, I go off no discussing
The way that I body these beats it's disgusting
Don't fuck with no plugins, just me and the drumming
I'm somethin' like loading shells the way I'm dumping
She fucking and sucking, told her "get to bussin'"
I make ya whole team do the unk, now they krumping
I'm all in my bag in this shit, get to pumping
I'm moving like Michael, I'm all in the function
You ain't with the homies, you don't get no loving
Got a hundred grand on my neck, bitch I'm lugging
Rest in peace to 'Pac, got some homies that's thuggin'
They bringing that smoke like we moving them tons in
Whip it like its Feta, that cheese get the funds in
Bitch I'm always eating, ain't leaving no crumbs in
Stack em up like dozens, bitch I'm up to something like awh
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Got a hundred bands on this check
Hundred grand on my neck
And I boss up when I flex
Few people I respect
Flow too foul, give me a tech
All you haters keep the rest
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette
Skrt skrt in that 'Vette

Written by:
Jonathan Kunstadt, Lil Xeem

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