Skreets Lyrics

Yeah you know you ain't up in the skreets

All you lil rappers real sweet

I'm running the game like I'm wearing a pair of cleets

All these rappers hitting me up for some beats

All these rappers hitting me up for a feat

Got a thick model

I'm rubbing her feet

Hop in a v12 with no key

If you want some work

You can buy a key

Selling brick by the kilo

Selling bricks with a xtendo

Catching plays tony romo

I can't talk to no freak hoe

Shooting opps like a free throw

Blue bills is all we throw

I just payed lil shanty's car note

After that we went to dominoes

Dope on the counter

Dope on the scale

Dope on the stove

Dope everywhere

Junkies going in junkies going out

Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House

Bricks going in, bricks going out

Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House

White chick snorting snow

Went to sleep on my couch

Just came back from the store

Finna run the trap house

Yeah you know you ain't up in the skreets

All you lil rappers real sweet

I'm running the game like I'm wearing a pair of cleets

All these rappers hitting me up for some beats

All these rappers hitting me up for a feat

Got a thick model

I'm rubbing her feet

Hop in a v12 with no key

If you want some work

You can buy a key

Pushing a big jeep

Baby call me big meech

I ain't these other rappers

I don't need a feat

Yeah she said she love me

Ion love her

She keep running her mouth

Imma hurt her

Say imma torture

Lamb chops with oyster

She said the money make her moister

Yeah imma Rolls Royce her

Birkin bag her

Yeah imma Birkin bag her uh

Bricks going in

Bricks going out

Bricks going in

Bricks going out

Bricks going in

Bricks going out

Bricks going in

Bricks going out

Bricks going in

Bricks going out

Bricks coming in

Bricks coming out

Bricks going in

Bricks coming out

Bricks going in

Bricks coming out

Bricks coming in

Bricks coming out

Lil hoe watch yo mouth

Watch cost a house

She just left my house

She got stains on her blouse

I don't talk to rats

I don't talk to mouse

That lil boy Mickey

Mouse Clubhouse

Yo swoozie ugly

Like Oscar the Grouch

Going to LA

I don't know the route

Going to LA

Imma kick her out

Bricks coming in

Bricks going out

Bricks going out

Bricks going out

Bricks coming in

Bricks going out

Bricks going out

Bricks going out

Bricks coming in