Top Songs By Skoobthedoob
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Frederick Hammond
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Mobbin' through the city with a bag of narcotics, tryna get that shit off
Just a **** in America, hopin' they don't fuck around and pick my shit off
Ain't no time for the fuck shit, I ain't on chill, bitch I'm gettin' to a bag
Bottom line I'm just tryna give my lil' **** everything a **** never had
Real **** never change, I got the same phone number from the fuckin' 8th grade
Keep that burner number changin' every day, hit you from the homie line to let you know I'm on the way
Got them watchin' my movement, quick to hit a **** with the who's this
Don't save numbers, that ain't new shit
Fuck you and your two cents
Got a attitude like the new kid, or Compton on some 1992 shit
They tellin' me I'm dope, really I've been stressin' tryna cope, good at hidin' my emotions through the smoke probably died before I'm broke
Make a dollar, that's all a **** know, tryna plant it for my son and watch it grow
Bitch I started from the floor, Now they tryna book me for a show in a city a **** don't even know
Fuck it bro, we on the road, hit the trippy bitches when I touch down, mushroom pack already sold
**** I be on go
Mobbin' through the city with a bag of narcotics, tryna get that shit off
Just a **** in America, hopin' they don't fuck around and pick my shit off
Ain't no time for the fuck shit, I ain't on chill, bitch I'm gettin' to abag
Bottom line I'm just tryna give my lil' **** everything a **** never had
Three far from the regular, runnin' laps around competitors, ain't no competition till I'm level up
Young **** breaded up, apply the pressure, I ain't lettin' up
Weed so loud it's fuckin' sessions up, I been countin' blessings up
Why these **** out here flexin' bruh, I been ridin' since that 38 special snub
Extendo for them extra slugs, pullin' up in that, nah, fuck that, I already said enough
I never ran when the shit go down, might hit your town
Head up and ten toes down, I sip on the brown, roll up and hit that loud
It's my weed and I need to hit that shit right now
Young **** sellin' anything that I can get my hands on
I'm a hustler, I can sell a leaf to a plant bro
On mommas I did everything they said I can't yo
It's Skooby the Dooby, if you ain't know
Bitch I'm on go
Mobbin' through the city with a bag of narcotics, tryna get that shit off
Just a **** in America, hopin' they don't fuck around and pick my shit off
Ain't no time for the fuck shit, I ain't on chill, bitch I'm gettin' to a bag
Bottom line I'm just tryna give my lil' **** everything a **** never had
Written by: Frederick Hammond