Ski ft. 2k Taye Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hop out the SRT, sike (yeah, huh)

I'm swerving a Lamb, two tone AP it was part of the plan

I'm making agendas with thousands of fans, huh (woosh, woosh)

I might go crazy and stack up the bands, I might just take off the top of the Benz (yeah)

Riding suburbans like Biden the prez, flew out to Paris, just touched down in France (aye)

I'm shooting your mans, I'll give you a chance

Poppin' these xans, be out till I land (land)

Getting so high I be in a trance, they salty like crackers I call em all grahams

Hundreds of thousands they fill up our stands

I got a lil' baddie I'm getting the yams (yams)

She give me good brain so I bought her a bag

Go to a Nobu and fuck up a tab (tab)

I bought all the Gucci don't look at the tag

Came up from nothing that's riches from rags (riches from rags)

I'm taking the shots I'm sipping the Jack

Go to the bank, I pull out 10 racks

5 percent tint and the windows all black, (black, black)

Got me a jeep so u know it's a track

She call me up and I'm blowing her back (back, back)

I tell u my life I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to brag (brag, brag)

My life is so stacked, I'm counting up hundreds inside of my jet (jet, jet)

I always state facts, I always stay strapped, Taye getting hot like a lit cigarette (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, I ain't tryna brag

How could they possibly tell me I'm not next

Coulda took me a break, I ain't stop yet

I'm too cool on the beat, I do not sweat

But I'll say me and JP, we got next

All my life I just trusted the process

Full-fitted out with a Nike tech (aye, aye)

Got the Nike shoes, and the Nike sweats (aye)

Yeah, me and Jules, we official

We official like the Nike check (yeah yeah)

But yeah, yeah, we ain't that official (why not dawg?)

Cause we ain't signed with Nike yet (nah)

I'm tryna live now, I could die later

I got plenty more to supply the haters (yeah)

Getting money now and getting fly later

We just run it up like a skyscraper (whaddup?)

Dusting off my shoulders, keep rolling

Can't no one stop me, can't no one hold me (nah, nah)

We call the shots, we gon keep on going

Haters just be talkin' but they just be posing (yeah)

M.V.P. season just like D Rose

And me and JPitt can't be frozen (ballin')

Yeah you know we up next, everybody knows it

We been tryna ball like the '03 Trojans (hot)

Hop out the SRT, sike (yeah, yeah)

I'm swerving a Lamb, two tone AP it was part of the plan (plan)

I'm making agendas with thousands of fans, huh (huh, huh)

I might go crazy and stack up the bands, I might just take off the top of the Benz

Riding suburbans like Biden the prez, flew out to Paris, just touched down in France (France)

I'm shooting your mans, I'll give you a chance

Poppin' these xans, be out till I land

Bah, hot, yeah