Lyrics to Skype
Yeah
Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That bitch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless
I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a bitch like your main whore
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner
Huh, hm, I hop right in that thing
I pull off in two seconds, nigga, I told you not to blink
I'm high, I feel like Bruno Mars, grenades don't bring no pain
In a big body with a thick bitch, she got me swervin' lanes
And I told you savе my name
And I told you I don't want no fame (Yeah)
Just drop off likе ten million in my account, and I go blank (Ayy)
My son get too damn big, gotta buy him shoes every week
And the rent due, and these bills due, and you ask for shit for free
Don't ash on none of my seats
She got makeup all on my tee
In a Benz, this shit ain't leased
But they still can't stunt like me
Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That bitch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless
I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a bitch like your main whore
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner
Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That bitch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless
I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a bitch like your main whore
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner
Huh, hm, I hop right in that thing
I pull off in two seconds, nigga, I told you not to blink
I'm high, I feel like Bruno Mars, grenades don't bring no pain
In a big body with a thick bitch, she got me swervin' lanes
And I told you savе my name
And I told you I don't want no fame (Yeah)
Just drop off likе ten million in my account, and I go blank (Ayy)
My son get too damn big, gotta buy him shoes every week
And the rent due, and these bills due, and you ask for shit for free
Don't ash on none of my seats
She got makeup all on my tee
In a Benz, this shit ain't leased
But they still can't stunt like me
Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That bitch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless
I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a bitch like your main whore
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner
