Skelly ft. Mugg Lyrics

Yea, all these skeletons in my closet I cant open up hoe

I can't let you in cuz there's no coming back

Got the black runts moving through the mail

I can't go back need to touch more M's

I'm addicted to the money, drank, pussy, and the violence

Me and my bruddas smoking loud but we move in silence

Icy icy cold all my bitches oxy hoes

Got her touching toes

Hit then dip I gotta go

Hey hey baby I can't stay today yea

Watch your mouf I spin your crew like beyblades yea

I'm too high I can't feel my body

This bitch let me fuck that pussy up

Just like karate

Yea, slut slayer

I like em whores

Yea stuff em in my coupe, headless horse

Riding like I'm death on a white horse

Rockin all these pieces that aint hit the floor

Got it out the carpet now we granite floors

Lamb truck on your block like we doing tours

Splurged out the gang now we got expensive toys

Track hawk down the street now we making noise

Don't fuck with my boy yea he got the toy

No I'm not a little boy

But I'm flyer than a boy

Ouu

Bitch i hit you with my toy

Ouu

Shoot you down

Yea for joy

Fly shit

From the sewer

From the mud

Was a loser

Bad bitch from Honolulu

I'ma fuck her

Till a screw loose

I'm still dirty

Counting money

Money clean

I ain't no dummy

Hit you with my mannequin, I ain't talking dummy

Ouu ouu yea Mugg got ya bitch kicking it

Dick right in her tummy

Yea licks on licks that shit funny

Loot his ass and fucked his honey

Damn that's tough can't touch this money

Too much motion bitch can't touch me

Yea ya music lame, that shit move nobody

Yea you do dis for the fame you a fucking nobody

And they talking shit

Sent that boy to the lobby

And I got him shittin, Mugg do dis shit as a hobby

Pour out that Pink Whitney bitch we sippin henny lemonade

Me and the dawgs move in big benz got the street like a parade

This bread and looks to celebrate

I look her way resuscitate her

You boys weak I can't relate doe

Pushing weight I bench a fat hoe

Foot stuck to the pedal bitch I'm pushing gas

Fucked that bitch yea she got a fat ass

Big bullets

Got em spinning taz

Smoke like a jet stream bitch we blowing gas

Yea, all these skeletons in my closet I cant open up hoe

I can't let you in cuz there's no coming back

Got the black runts moving through the mail

I can't go back need to touch more M's yea yea yea