SKRULLS ft. Evan Edward Lyrics

Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean

Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves

Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin

This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins,

All this ice make hell freeze over, sugar and spice, everything nice Callin' my phone, sayin' she need me

Can't even lie, water like Fiji Open them sheets like, welcome to the show

She screamin' my name and the neighbors at the door

She sayin' she a fan and I rocked that show You stay overnight and I'll rock that boat

Big ass V's, I'm a villain, I see horror I see hell

All these hoes, castin' spells, locomotive off my rails

I see lust, now I rail, think I'm crazy, catch me IRL

Lift a nigga like I'm David Blaine, dark clouds, it's a rainy day

I hate liars and I hate snakes, I'm done with games, so don't come my way

I had dreams, they turned to dust, gotta test, just to trust

Bro's were steal, turn to rust, in my head, it's up to us

Two band just a overdose, nothin' much, just to fuckin' yo hoe

Up in Houston, smokin' on with me, drip like Britney, my feet too clean

Me and this Britney, thick as thieves, whole lotta blood, whole lotta ass

Down on your knees, rounds on Persian, fuckin' your cousin

This ain't me, but she likin' this version, whole lotta versions

She ain't never seen me switch up

From a Honda Civic to a Benz truck

From a lotta bitches who ain't pick up

She ain't never thought I'd big up

To the same ones tryna call

Turn to the same ones tryna crawl

Turning the nice guy to a dog

She see the klaws bussin' out the cloth

Hoes packing out the VIP

They wanna take flicks and dip

They wanna fake flex they fits

They want some rich sex, that's it

I want a hoe who don't need shit

I want a hoe who could take dick and

I want a hoe, when i'm coming home she naked alone cooking in the kitchen

She said I'm her type on paper

(Whatever that means, yeah)

She said her mans kinda tight on paper

(He ain't got green, yeah)

I said, "girl i'm kinda done with favors"

I said, "Girl i'm gon fuck you later"

Oh I know, baby I know

I'm not the type for them conversations

Oh I know, oh I know

I've been away like it's a vacation

So we-, So we-, So we-

Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean

Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves

Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin

This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins