Skeletons Lyrics

Aight bet bet bet

Uh, uh, uh

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Don't need nobody I'm good on my own

Get in my bag I need 2 for a show

Yea I be smashing and grabbing I'm seeing the action I gotta keep holding my pole

And I be wishing and praying for change

And I be quiet they trashing my name

I'm on the hush when it come to my pain

I'm crying cus everything ain't the same

Need me a nigga like Scotty, help me to win, even though I know I got it

Threw her the blick and she shot it

shorty a thug, something like gunna and gotit

Doming the roach in the booth, catching my breath, so I can punch the line

I never got a excuse for giving you less jus tell me im killing ya time

Killing your time, killing your time

Making you mine, knowing you mine

Woah

Woah

I been stressing so I'm pulling the thrax

Aiming it to me he dropping to tec

Tryna get with it you tryna get left

Tell you again I ain't asking help and I'm really tryn be on top of the shelf

Like Mike

Put the ball in the hoop and I might fight

Cartier when they shining the bright lights

I been hot like a skillet a bonfire

I been lifting this weight got my arms tired

They been gassing me up like I'm on fire

On fire

Im on fire, I'm on fire

Save me

Save me

You can't fuck that nigga cus he ain't me, ain't me

Don't you look at me like I am crazy, baby

You the one who claim you can't escape me

I'm the one who told you we can go half on a baby

I'm loaded been off a bean and I cannot control it

Got out my body my Gucci exploding

I like your flow, even though you stole it

Take me a bong rip, I'll rolling

Cant cool me off cus my neck really frozen

Drop a deposit my money I'm holding

Way that I shine you might think I was golden yea

Golden yea yea woah

Don't ask for no money I got it

P full of za, lows, exotic

I got designer but I need a stylist

Cut that bitch off, like bitch I forgot ya

In need of some gas or a strap and I gotchu

Brother I gotchu

Brother I gotchu

Woah

Feel like they hate me

Can you see it it's driving me crazy

I been working they calling me lazy

I can do it don't come here to save me

Come to the party that might be a maybe

I'm a homebody yea me and my baby

Fuck out the Audi I want a Mercedes

And I been popping these on a daily yea yea

Diamonds too big for my arms

And the Cuban link too big for my neck

I fucked that bitch and she wet for me and my Nigga she throwing it back

Gotta know Niggas be bakey

Pussy get hit like a Seminole safety

Charm city that made me

I fucked his hoe but he calling her baby

I'm fucking this college bitch

And she be good with her math

Shordy be helping me trap

I lose some money she getting it back

She be subtracting my grams

Thinking bout taking her home to the fam

All these skeletons done made me, ask me why I'm crazy

Don't need nobody I'm good on my own

Get in my bag I need 2 for a show

Yea I be smashing and grabbing I'm seeing the action I gotta keep holding my pole

And I be wishing and praying for change

And I be quiet they trashing my name

I'm on the hush when it come to my pain

I'm crying cus everything ain't the same

Need me a nigga like Scotty, help me to win, even though I know I got it

Threw her the blick and she shot it

shorty a thug, something like gunna and gotit

Doming the roach in the booth, catching my breath, so I can punch the line

I never got a excuse for giving you less jus tell me im killing ya time

And for the record

Ima do better

Ima pop out in a moncler sweater

Ima pop out in a all black Tesla

Cut down my circle and got it together

I'm tryna help but you telling me lies

Feel like a skeleton I wanna die

Feel like a skeleton I wanna die

I wanna die

I wanna die