Lou Skrill Lyrics

Lou Skrill hop up off the bench and give 'em buckets

I'm like fuck it, I might cop a chain so big that I can't tuck it

If you up it better bust it, they gon' blow you like a trumpet

Either duck it or you dead like the people my pockets stuffed with

Lou Skrill I'm chilling on the bench I don't start fights

Brodie fired on him in some Bape he caught a shark bite

Big body taking up two spots like I can't park right

They sent shots at his whip and now that bitch won't start right

I got a down bitch she'll do it if I say so

Tweaking bro just put a six up in his Faygo

Demon in Palm Angels get to handing people halo's

Soulja Boy up in the trunk he ride around with Draco

Bitch I feel like super man

Throw her ass a cape yo bitch a super fan

Nah throw his ass a cape that boy a super ham

I just copped the newest Bape it's coming through Japan

Bitch it's in Tokyo or something

He be capping in his raps like he Pinocchio or something

Text my bitch like let me get some dome-o or something

You be tripping on these bitches like you Romeo or something

You hit the club to buy a bitch a drink boy you T-Pain

Listen to my verses boy I'm really giving free game

I hate a selfish player how you winning but your team ain't ?

Road runner stomping out the gas I don't need breaks

My bitch bad that's what I tell 'em if the hoes asking

You like they pics but my lyrics in the hoes captions

Fuck a Snapchat don't think I lack it cause I don't flash it

Taking turns in fits to take a flick take off yo bros jacket

Fuck the rumors y'all some gossip queens

You the type to talk and get beat up and call the cops on me

Make a call and get you dropped for free

Picture me winning that's what it is it ain't no cropping me

Lou Skrill hop up off the bench and give 'em buckets

I'm like fuck it, I might cop a chain so big that I can't tuck it

If you up it better bust it, they gon' blow you like a trumpet

Either duck it or you dead like the people my pockets stuffed with

Bitch like the people my pockets stuffed with

I seen some bitches talking tough shit

Brodie don't make beats he keep a drum kit

Bet if you run off he hit yo back you do a front flip

Bitch yeah