Skeet & $krila - Who Hotter?

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I got this big ah wood in my hand
I'm with the gang, BTB da gang get down or lay down
Ride with that MF choppa
Shit that I'm spitting be hotter than lava
He talking crazy get sent to the doctor
Fucked a nice bitch she was acting too proper
Smoking this dope it don fucked up my profit
Might go to Johnny ain't going to wafi
You chasing bitches but look at yo pockets
She on the line but ain't doing no blocking
Damn nigga what's wrong with the bih
Hit her one time then I'm done with the bih
She falling for me this a clumsy lil bih
Like churches my boy put a drum on the stick
She eat it up leave no cum on the dick
She call my name when she coming and shit
We in the club going dumb in this bih
Now I bet they know song for song in this bih
Balling so hard I can't fumble this bih
These niggas hate when I shine
State you some facts when you look through the blinds
She top me for 6 then I put it on vine
Now this bih act like she one of a kind
Fuck her 8 times she won't stop like a sign
Backwood so big look like Optimus Prime
Balling like Calvin ain't talking bout Klein
I bet I make them lil niggas respect me
She want a young thug but I'm $krila not Jeffrey
Fuck on that bih only when she act selfish
Niggas be hating won't give me my credit
Gotta shooters like JJ you know that they ready (Reddick)
Patch up his face treat that boy like he nelly
Skinny or not I'm still all in her belly
She can't be my baby like fuck a c section
But I put some ice on her MF rings
Might hit her so I boost her self esteem
Hot box the whip fill that bitch up with steam
My body like wocky might walk with a lean
Ice on my neck they call me MR. Bling
When we send shots we gone make that bih sling
She wanna play treat the dick like a swing
Pull out that choppa and make that bih sing
Don't pick up the phone but I hate when she text
My nigga played ball but he died with a tech
My old bitch said Y so I made her my X
On thanksgiving you still cannot see when I dress
I woke up this morning I'm fresher than crest
Fly like a bird smoke a wood in the nest
I'm balling and niggas gone hate when I flex
Walk in the club throwing the money like Brett
Ride with that MF choppa
Shit that I'm spitting be hotter than lava
He talking crazy get sent to the doctor
Fucked a nice bitch she was acting too proper
Smoking this dope it don fucked up my profit
Might go to Johnny ain't going to wafi
You chasing bitches but look at yo pockets
She on the line but ain't doing no blocking
Damn nigga what's wrong with the bih
Hit her one time then I'm done with the bih
She falling for me this a clumsy lil bih
Like churches my boy put a drum on the stick
She eat it up leave no cum on the dick
She call my name when she coming and shit
We in the club going dumb in this bih
Now I bet they know song for song in this bih
Balling so hard I can't fumble this bih
I know they getting sick of the kid 
Winning so much now they thinking it's rigged 
Fuck that lil cat I'm getting under her wig 
Say hey to the horse but say bye to the pigs 
Double cups already made in the fridge
Jump in between now I feel like a squid 
Keep calling me daddy but she ain't a kid 
Got dirt on my name but the bitches still dig
Perky got me feeling evil 
Sexy lil bitches I met em Philly and now I then turned to a fan of the eagles 
How can you measure you know we ain't equal 
My closet look like it's a flock full of seagulls
You pussies won't lay a hand on my people 
Blow imma control alt delete you 
15 out my clip now they call me Ezekiel 
Now I got the whole game hog tied 
Ian been the same since my dog died 
Claiming they real they all lied 
Ian get caught fuck a all rise
They don't wanna beef they all pie 
They don't wanna reach or they all die 
Group full of bitches they all bi
Hoes act seditty they knowing the gang 
Glock 9 on me so I don't give a dang
Now picture that pussy getting knocked out the frame 
Chadiur Richards I'm true to the game 
That boy a rookie he new to the game 
She boosted him up but I knew he was lame 
She stay on my nuts like she glued to my thang 
Stalking me I should've knew you was strange 
Ride with that MF choppa
Shit that I'm spitting be hotter than lava
He talking crazy get sent to the doctor
Fucked a nice bitch she was acting too proper
Smoking this dope it don fucked up my profit
Might go to Johnny ain't going to wafi
You chasing bitches but look at yo pockets
She on the line but ain't doing no blocking
Damn nigga what's wrong with the bih
Hit her one time then I'm done with the bih
She falling for me this a clumsy lil bih
Like churches my boy put a drum on the stick
She eat it up leave no cum on the dick
She call my name when she coming and shit
We in the club going dumb in this bih
Now I bet they know song for song in this bih
Balling so hard I can't fumble this bih

Written by:
D'Montae Smith, James Powell

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