Letra de Kevin McCallister - D-Block Europe

(Feat. Lil Pino)

Ski, ah, ski, ah, yee, yee

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski

Cruisin' in the Lamb' truck, I'm smokin' on Runtz

Free all the dollar, man, just for the fun

Nigga, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny

I'm leaning, you poured me the mud

All of these diamonds, but don't get it twisted

We still got the waps that beat out like a drum

And I still got them bitches that down for a nigga

Fuck with a nigga, tell 'em "Pull up", they come

Turn on the kettle, settle the yola then I fuckin' pour

Baby, can I fly you out? Hotel, starin' at the shores

She a freak with it, kissin', now we fuckin' on the floor

All these designer bags and diamonds, that's shit you ain't seen before

Nigga, I'm high as a kite, yeah, tie it with Jordan, I'm fly

Rollie, AP, but that's just for the time

I'm fuckin' the bitch but she don't seem my type

Air Force white, cocaine white

Dope boy, I was juggin' with slime

She said "If you hide anything, I will find it"

I said "If you need anything, I will buy it"

41 or Gelato pie, poppin' this Perc', I'ma float to the sky

I told my baby to show me that pussy, she said that she can't, she said that she shy

I told my nigga to roll me a Swisher and pour me a cup of Promethazine

Deal with the Cali packs and pounds, ain't no half, we bought the whole thing

Most of my niggas are street niggas, stretchin' those Zs

Most of my niggas are street niggas, got no degree (Ya dig?)

I'm talkin' body bags of the brand new watch, VVs

I spent a hundred grand, got the rest of the bricks on me

We keep on trying and trying to ride

We will not sleep 'til this nigga just die

Pourin' a four and I'm ready to slide

Twenty-two shots, take away eight guys

How you fuckin' a whore?

She fuckin' an opp and you stayin' for clout

Heard you came to the block

But you niggas are soft so you changed the route (Changed the route, bitch)

Conversate with the gorillas, conversation with the drillers (Yeah, yeah)

She ain't even know why this little nigga die, but she know why she miss him (Yeah, yeah)

And my bitch body real, real nice and them bullets hard, real, make you feel 'em

If you're goin' through real hard times, that shit gonna make you the realest

Richard Mille with the white gold ice, but the Audemars came whole skele'

I thought I was sick of this ice but, baby girl, I Patek me

I put Prometh' in ice and baby girl, it affect me (Ya dig?)

I'm so high, I drink red, baby, that's Actavis (Ski)

We fuckin' when you turning red, baby, you bad for this

I say what just comes to my head, they gonna caption this

Too many drugs at the crib, she cannot capture this

No gun license over here, we stay with the savages

I'm puttin' brand new blickys in dingers, got corn for your niggas

By the time the gang-gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon' fall on your nigga

And I'ma just pour up, p-pour up, pour up, watch it fall on my liver

Number 29 got the whole opp block hot-hot in the middle of winter

I just tell the gang pull up and ski

She was a good girl, loyal girl, but I turned her arse to a freak

Serve bricks like David, serve hooks, man, I bob and I weave

Jeep sits so high off the ground, man, I feel like I'm ridin' a bus

Got the Richard Mille buss, A-Pizzy buss, get your face buss

Rockstar lifestyle, if I had a clean slate, I'd do it all again ('gain)

Never left no-one behind me, drillers, killers, they're all my friends

Hood royalty, got lawyer fees, rap presidenté

I bring my shooters on days, fly 'em to Paris, see Mbappé

Breakfast at Tiffany's after, I bring you the booth just to hear how I feel

Exes and riches be drunk off your love for this Perc' 'cause this feeling is real

Still sharpen steel still, runnin' 'round town with the steel

Most influential in the U.K. and, my nigga, we ain't took a deal

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