Lyrics

Uh, yeah, Skii3, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
We rollin' out the woods, not not fuckin' lil' wraps in this bitch
Hell yeah, I can rap still, I can get you wrapped in this bitch
Fuck it, gon' take off my hat, since, jits, think it's cap in my shit
**** actin' like bitches, just might have to slap the shit out a bitch
Lil' Jamma gon' hop up the back with the blamma' he aimin' at durags and bandanas
He actin' a donkey with that lil' monkey this stick in shaped like a banana
He rock em' to sleep like a grandmama and tellin' a story like granddaddy
I'm smokin' on purple, that's granddaddy
I'm sippin' on purple, that's Waukesha
I told Lil' Shawty I don't need her
I told her I see her when I see her
I told her I wouldn't wanna be her
Chicken cluck, unstable lil' creature and I ain't even taxin' for a feature
Even though I'm flyer than a feather
Them choppers came with propellers
She don't go mad, I ain't let her
Steppin' on my lemonpeppasteppaz shorty, your ass tweakin'
You done threw one of them things back and now your ass geekin'
Mouth water, turned into a freaker I'm a letter
Ain't gonna freak her I'm just gon' bless her like the deacon or the reverend
I'm just sayin', I ain't playin', get the picture, knock it out the frame
Ah been tryna tag her, to be honest Ah forgot her name
Talkin' to these dead friends Ben keep it a hunnid mane
McQueens on my feet we aint getting married you don't need Vera Wang
While on my way to the goals Ah saw Skii3, he was on the same
He say, dem der' up the street need pillows dem dem sleepy mane
Cool them bands came but hold on, cuz, one more thing
Not the lemonpeppasteppaz, throwin' salt all on the gang
Written by: Vernon Joseph Jones Jr
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