Skrill & Tron Lyrics

I be praying you boys drown then I see you out here wave hopping

Know a fiend who can't get off the rock we call him Dwayne Johnson

Bro cheating stick glitchy fuck around and aim bot 'em

Do yo man's a favor pull up on him smack the lame out him

Rapping bout some money boy you fucking up a Payless

You could be the hardest breathing if I choose to never take breaths

If you ain't talking money wrap it up and talking safe sex

Cooking off the dribble make shit sizzle like a steak chef

Fake left, cross right, X him out like Off-White

Cut into my bitch like you know I got the sauce right

I been winning been a minute since I had an off night

When I hit the jeweler bet I leave that bitch with frostbite

Hit a Steph shimmy, bro got techs I keep a ref with me

Hardy Boyz I could twist your fate that's the Jeff in me

Ain't no tripping on no losses if I lost it wasn't meant for me

Get up off yo ass these boys really trying to stretch stimmy's

You was made to lose you touching dirt before you touch a win

I been in the zone sack chasing Aidan Hutchinson

Riding with my brodie call him Kobe he be clutching shit

Fuck a band I got a billion on my bucket list

I pray I make a billion before they throw me in a hearse

Dreaming on a demon like I need to go to church

You should probably drop this rap shit and go to work

Your bitch beat your ass and called you broke I know you're hurt

If you trying to make some money I'm the one you should be betting on

If I hit the Za I get to tripping thought my head was gone

Harm big stepping in some bape he a Megladon

Russell Skrillson drop back and lob it up to MegaTron

Unky in the kitchen tryna strong arm the rec

2021 don't need a key when I start the 'vette

It's your third season in that joggy need to park that tech

In store if the clerk look Imma start to sweat

It's 2021 why you rocking True Religion?

Could've threw a fit but I hit the club and threw some chicken

Boujee this boujee that I got the rudest bitches

Jack God telephone man like it's New Edition

Turn yo block to the auto show we get to stabbing chargers

Slide down and get to drumming like I'm Travis Barker

I'll have my bitch drop a 100 you gon' have to guard her

Feeling great dawg called me broke it got me laughing harder

Scam star made a dummy role off a dummy hoe

Feel like old Vezz slapping off my money phone

In the trap with some big B's it's a honeycomb

MIA send my bitch there to get her tummy gone