Intro:
Yeah
f** this
f** this
Bankroll in my britches, yeah
Verse 1: Skooly
All of my n***as like f** that sh**
All of my b**hes like f** that sh**
Bands in my britches like f** that sh**
These n***as ain't with me like f** that sh**
Ride with the strap I'm like f** that sh**
Hop out with the strap I'm like f** that sh**
Walk in the store I'm like f** that sh**
I'm all on my own so f** that sh**
Young n***a getting older so f** that sh**
Young n***a getting dough so f** that sh**
At the spot with the sh**s yo b**h on my dick, one more little inch ima f** that b**h
I do not believe in luck and sh**
Guess I never had that luck and sh**
Dirty dancin' on that muddy sh**
Pour a row inside my cup and sh**
I put yo b**h on my bucket list
You can just call that my f** it list
f** this sh**
Have a round
Doing d** she'll be diving down
See I'd rather smile
Never talk
I always wanted to [?] the cops
Cops pull up we abort the spot
Get caught don't talk
Well of course not
[Chorus: Skooly]
But of course you got p**y n***as that be hating on you
Bad b**hes wanna taste on you
I'm getting money stop playing, got a whole lotta motherf**in' cash that be waiting on me
Go hard can't fold
Bankroll can't fold
Living life fast, but I drank slow
You know I pulled them 4s out
My OG got gold mouth
Know I turnt my clothes up
Just know I brought them hoes out
Like f** that sh**, you ain't f**ing with the clique
Ya'll n***as ain't talking bout sh**
Now I think that I think I'm the sh**
I still can't trust no b**h
SKATE
[Verse 2: Kaleb]
I'm from the bottom, the bottom, the bottom, the bottom that's why I get high
Hustle sun up to sun down everyday, yeah that's how I get by
For all of the days I couldn't that why I get fly
Now I feel like the man I got bands in my pants feel like pads on my thigh
A couple of my homies jammed up they was living life relentless
On some f** that sh**
But I know jail ain't for no player so I was like f** that sh**
sh** on a n***a like a toilet we ain't, we ain't on toilet naw naw n***a we don't take sh**
And I ain't really rude but my attitude be on some f** that sh**
Naw for real
Ion talk to cops
I'm really for real unless it's a traffic stop
I ball like a center, I stays on the block
All I need in the world is a spot and a clock
For them n***as on f** sh**, we with that same sh**, f** that sh**
I keep me a gloc
[Chorus: Skooly]
But of course you got p**y n***as that be hating on you
Bad b**hes wanna taste on you
I'm getting money stop playing gotta whole lotta motherf**ing cash that be waiting on me
Go hard can't fold, bankroll can't fold
Living life fast, but I drank slow
Know I pulled them 4s out
My OG got gold mouth
Know I turnt my clothes up
Just Know I brought them hoes out
Like f** that sh** you ain't f**ing with the clique
Ya'll n***as ain't talmbout sh**
Now I think that I think I'm the sh**
I still can't trust no b**h
SKATE