Dannn - SKRT. lyrics

[Verse 1: L] Not tryna be a fake, not tryna get in fates Just gotta hit the ba** hard imma get it Lean with it, I don't give a sh** I'm just tryna hit it, nah I'm just playing with y'all Cause I ball - I fall A2 kids tryna be hard foolish We just make music Chill good times, spend time sublime, it's too good to be true You can't get in here with me because your girl is here with me You thot you thot you thought you could f** with MB But we don't care, we just eating pears Bumpin' Kendrick, thinkin bout the goats Boy you lookin scared, think you seen ghost Answer my roast boy, bumpin down the Rolls Royce And you think that you is it But I don't give a sh** Personally? I don't live it click Just cause we fire, don't mean we tired Stayin on the grind Schooled by the pool You know how it goes in here Cause no way MB froze in here Bout to explode - minus some bow MB boys getting whipped Its cool cause we got whips You think that you can come at us You can't bro Hard to hit hard when the other dude's like Rambo Don't really care what y'all think We just messin around Finessin around From your clique cause y'all can't hit us We ambitious, it's too late for y'all to get us [Break: L] There's too many cars Too many bars Too many hoes Too many flows Too many shows Too many bros Too many to correct fate Wait for Bravvv to hit this sh** cause its been too long a wait [Verse 2: Bravvv] I been away for a minute, now I'm back in action I be shopping I been making stacks and balling out no PacSun Aye And I came through with the pack, son Aye I heard you making a track, son Aye But your sh** so f**in wack, son Aye We always end up on top of you like a fraction We always chillin at the top of mansions, we asking, we tandem We makin beats like we - tryna get a Grammy, tryna get a Grammy 3 2 1 and I make ya a** panic Tryna get a Bentley, Ann Arbor to Miami 734 and we turnin up manic $100,000 in the back of the car $200,000 that's the cost of the car Mitten Boyz we are fire and we set the f**in bar Bar bar bars - I'm sellin all these cars Car car cars - I'm whippin all these cars Bar bar bars - we set the f**in bar Car car cars - all we whip is foreign cars [Verse 3: C] Cares away, like I'm Caraway You're just so cliche Walk right through the doorway of my chalet, step like ballet Yeah we French, like we kissing Stop your snitching, get in the kitchen, do your dishes 5 4 3 2 1 2 3 4 monsieur you're so sad What's that? Bourcose and beer, Boyar-Dior Live your life like hype Mm, that's right (ooh, okay, okay, okay)