Letra de Butter - Skrilla

(Thank you, Timmy boy)

I just showed the bitch a Micro Drizzy Drac', she like, "Where Drizzy?"

I drink lean and Percocets and Xanax bars, forgot my kidneys

I'm a zombie walkin' crash-out boy for real, I'm startin' to hate rap

Why the fuck you think the nigga ain't diss back? He got his face cracked

Shooters puttin' BTA, I called him, "What's the ETA?"

FaceTime the route on 95, they doin' 360 kmh (Crash-out boys)

Load the vehicle up with choppas like a tank, that's how we ride

I keep two shooters in the back, one on my hip, that's how we slide

High class pimpin'

Pushin' P-P, tried to wrestle me now he back to pushin' beef, a piece-skie, thirty shots don't test me

I put switches on my Glocks, you got the drop? I put the dot on 'em

Please don't ask me about a opp, I don't even know, I got a lot of them

Rick-y jeans, denim fabric, Denim Tears

I just got used Saint Laurent, Balenci on my underwear

Bipper of the year, don't rate me underatted; underground?

I ain't even get the spotlight yet, when I do it's goin' down (Crash-out business)

Crashin' out with all my crash-outs

I ain-I ain't know, nigga I just act out

Clean wock, no Tris', I'm 'bout to pass out

OD, oh gang that was a sad route

Get the back-end, cash it in, spin back around

Rest in peace to Lil’ Jeff, that bloodyhound

Four deep, four sticks, four pounds

XD, Draco’s, four rounds

I just showed the bitch a Micro Drizzy Drac', she like, "Where Drizzy?"

I drink lean and Percocets and Xanax bars, forgot my kidneys

I'm a zombie walkin' crash-out boy for real, I'm startin' to hate rap

Why the fuck you think the nigga ain't diss back? He got his face cracked

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