SKIRRT Lyrics

Like

Like what the fuck is we doing like

You looking at me I'm looking at you

Like wassup

I'm cut the fuck up

Your bitch in my ear

Won't shut the fuck up

Nigga damn

I served the party

I brought the molly

Now she all on me

Nigga damn

Gave this bitch one line

Now she asking me for signs

Bitch you must be out your mind

Nigga damn

A couple rounds won't hurt

Shake that ass on my lap

Let me talk you out your skirt

Bitch locked and I'm loaded

Felt the glock on my back

Told her no you can't hold it

Nigga damn

Look

Tell me what the goal is

Cause ion do hints

No need to tell me how you want it

(apply that pressure)

Peeping everything I told her

Where you say you from

Cause you'n seem to hang with soldiers

Six fifty

I'm tryna get it in what's the hold up

Her man ain't really bout it

Rather twitter beef on socials

(Lame nigga)

Wanna have my number but I can't hit you

Say you got a man

So what seem to be the issue

Shit

I'm the wrong nigga for you to vent to

And yea I'm touching paype

But I ain't bring no box of tissues

Man

I'm cut the fuck up

Your bitch in my ear

Won't shut the fuck up

Nigga damn

I served the party

I brought the molly

Now she all on me

Nigga damn

Gave this bitch one line

Now she asking me for signs

Bitch you must be out your mind

Nigga damn

A couple rounds won't hurt

Shake that ass on my lap

Let me talk you out your skirt

Pop this pill

It's amazing

Beat bumping off the walls

I can't hear what you saying

(huh)

Spent an hour in this basement

Girl what the fuck we doing

Really running out of patience

(I need that)

Only want me cause she see these bluefaces

Know her man ain't really bout it

Rather snitch and take a statement

Not so much into love

I'm heart breaking

Know these bitches want a man but I prefer an ass spanking

(it's cut)

Two short blow the whistle

We can't leave without your friend

Bitch Pete is the pistol

(fuck)

Wasn't gonna fucking leave

But now I'm fint to

Took her to the telly

Bout to hit it like I'm six two

(Steph)

I'm cut the fuck up

Your bitch in my ear

Won't shut the fuck up

Nigga damn

I served the party

I brought the molly

Now she all on me

Nigga damn

Gave this bitch one line

Now she asking me for signs

Bitch you must be out your mind

Nigga damn

A couple rounds won't hurt

Shake that ass on my lap

Let me talk you out your skirt

Hey

I hope you don't put this on your mixtape

I miss you daddy

Why