Skyrise ft. Tay Mann Lyrics

These niggas know what the fuck going on, man We surprising all these niggas, man

2025, that shit belong to us, man That shit on God, On my mama, uh

I'm in the A in the Skyrise with the bros Know we been fuckin' with dollar

Wanna show out, catch a shot like a bottle Niggas so broke that why they act hostile

Ran up my racks, I'm stuck in my bag No time for a ho, but I want me a bitch

Now ain't fuck the gang, we can pay for the pussy

If she ain't for the bros, then that ho gettin' kicked out

Double R repping, can't fit in this section Little nigga, I'm president', it ain't no elation

Niggas, they clickin' up, knowin' they broke Them niggas out bad, man, them niggas infected

Baby, I want it, so baby, come bless me Keep me a gen like I'm 007

Ain't doin' no poppin', a nigga gon' drop They know I'm the ticket, my brother gon' stretch him

Huh, take his ass down for the load Soon as we get it, you know it got gone

Pack up the za, spray this shit up with terp Put this shit on the gram, hour later its gone

This is V8, hit the gas and I'm gone Spark me a wood, and get geeked to my song

I'm with the Lil Q, kickin' shit in the A Fat ass, wood to the face and I'm smokin' on thumbs

Getting cold, bubble coat, fuckin' sweater This is Gen 5, nah, this ain't Beretta

Whole lotta shots in this ride, get beside this V Hit the switch and I'm changin' the weather

I got a whole lotta cheese in my pocket These niggas ain't havin' no cheddar

I fuck the hoe Cuban swing in the face And my diamonds be poppin' shit, changing' the weather

Fuck up the club, we be changin' the weather Bitch-ass nigga, my gang go wherever

Niggas hit my phone tammat check in What the fuck, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't doin' that never

Tay Mann my, brother, I'm spinning, whoever Spoke to my mama, she told me don't let her up

Brudda got glitch on the back if a nigga, play crazy I swear to God, stick make him back up

Niggas ain't like that at all, he been poppin' them pills And that's why these young niggas act tough

Nigga, just get to the money, from Monday to Sunday You spinning, but ain't got your bands up

Twin siked out, So bra, keep yo hands up Fuck wit them R's, my niggas some stand-ups

Pop on a NET, and I see yeen bout it lil' nigga That type shit gon' get you jammed up