Dame Skrillard 2 Lyrics

Call me Dame Skrillard hot hand I'm hitting heat checks

All that rocking fake chains done left you with a green neck

Listen up if you ain't talking money you should speak less

Bars goated crazy part about it I ain't peak yet

Like nah for real I ain't even get my feet wet

Yo bitch probably drier than some sand you having beach sex

Born to win knew I was the man back at recess

You used to be the man you must've fell down some steps steps

Falling hard full court pressure make 'em fall apart

Standing on ten toes looking like I'm tryna draw a charge

Come on show me something I thought you was balling hard

Yo favorite lying in his raps and you still call it hard

I'm a clutch player, dub taker, plus a scrub hater

You a pump-faker, talking money but don't touch paper

I might shoot a play and take my bitch to lunch later

By time I hang it up I'll be the GOAT like that one laker

RIP Kobe but brodie I'm talking King James

Fit drippy got more water on me than a sting ray

Bro the Zaza man get you higher than Yao Ming's face

I been on a mission to make chicken like a wings place

My bitch like to trip Imma need a whip with low mileage

I remember y'all thought y'all was sweet rocking Osiris

Talking shit behind my back but to my face they go silent

Flyer than a bitch I pull up looking like a whole pilot

Fly as hell I might lift off

Boujee bitch throwing fits cause she can't pick a lipgloss

I been trying to get my pockets built like Rick Ross

Pull up to the function get it jumping like I'm Kriss Kross

Watch yo step you might slip bitch I drip sauce

Flexing when I'm walking though I know I got 'em pissed off

Shit talker ref my T me up before the tip off

Racing with my brothers to the blues we having crip offs

Quick toss, flea flick, leave a blitz lost

Bret Hart style hit a opp with a hip toss

I got 50 on yo head maybe you should switch off

Brick after brick like yo team having miss offs

All these rappers cliquing up they looking like some boy bands

I be walking round with sauce I'm the soy man

Money fill a void shoot a play to Illinois, bro be punching Jones Jr. got me he a Roy fan

I'm a team player Imma make the extra pass

I just listened to yo new song and it was extra ass

Put the pressure on him when I enter bet he exit fast

He must watch a lot of Harden he be stepping back

Cap in his rap someone get that boy a fitted

Codyne sitting down but I pray he get acquitted

My squad members only guess what you ain't in it

I'm a big stepper put my foot down and leave a divot

Big body they can't knock me off my pivot

Simon Says type shit I make a move they mimic

You ain't really like that you rapping with a gimmick

Star player throw a double at me imma split it

Big stepper put my foot down and leave a divot

Where my crown at imma take that bitch if you don't give it

Yeah boy