Skino Flow

Heavy as shit I just came out the freezer

Bitch seen me she thought she seen Jesus

Freaky ass bitch want Pistol to please her

Why I ain’t fuck? I had 21 reasons

Why I ain’t fuck? I was getting my money up

Bippin' with Skino, I’m getting my money up

Stacking and rapping I got like 100 tucked

Why I ain’t fuck her? Shawty was throwing me

I’m about to rob him, **** keep throwing me

Think he a problem, **** be throwing me

Political bippin', the bitch kept blowing me

DC to Atlanta been fucking the bad hoes

I gotta problem since Kramer, I drag hoes

I gotta problem since Kramer, I take shit

Bip in the AM, working the late shift

Straight off the stage and go straight to a clucker house

Straight off the stage and go right in the butter house

I got a P and a Drac' at my mother house

Bitch knew the spot think she hot had to shut her out

I know I be bippin', might bip on a Biggie beat

Go get the 100 and fuck up lil' 50 street

I know we was homies I’m fucking up 50 hood

If he in the way I’m a make sure he understood

If he in the way, it’s crazy I’m banging on him

The way (?) the bitch think I’m flaming on em'

He rapping bout bitches and shit but he changing on em'

You heard about Pistol he get a lil dangerous on em’

I rock with the 8, I be bippin' on stupid shit

Bip in the Z, tryna catch lil' Mook and shit

Might bip up the Yo, we tryna catch lil' Mook and shit

Bring out the pistol and get on that ruthless shit

(I’m going back in for another verse, it’s KP

I’m swagging hard on this they say I’m what?)

What’s a Yung Threat? He ain’t getting no money

**** done signed he ain’t getting no money

Who your big brother you posting his money

Talking about fighting he think he gonna punch me

Talking about fighting gonna die with his hand up

Bip on the Southside getting my bands up

She like rice think it’s free get a Panda

**** on the south side **** I’m like Santa

Why I ain’t fuck her? Shawty was throwing me

I’m about to rob him, **** keep throwing me

Think he a problem, **** be throwing me

Political bippin', the bitch kept blowing me

DC to Atlanta been fucking the bad hoes

I gotta problem since Kramer, I drag hoes

I gotta problem since Kramer, I take shit

Bip in the AM, working the late shift

Straight off the stage and go straight to a clucker house

Straight off the stage and go right in the butter house

I got a P and a Drac' at my mother house

Bitch knew the spot think she hot had to shut her out

I know I be bippin', might bip on a Biggie beat

Go get the 100 and fuck up lil' 50 street

I know we was homies I’m fucking up 50 hood

If he in the way I’m a make sure he understood