
Holy Skrilla
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[Intro]
Yeah, it's Skrilla
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's me (Yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me)
Yeah, it's me (Yeah, it's me)
Huh, huh, huh
[Verse]
They caught Chris, took that Rollie off his wrist (Damn)
They caught Eli, left him stankin' on that strip (Haha)
We smokin Gunna in the V', bitch, this a hot-box
That bitch bad, but she a whore, she got a hot box (Huh?)
Sheesh, walk 'em down, go walk 'em down, go put that nigga in the ground
I just fell left of that four pound, sheesh (Get him, get him)
We in the field, go put your cleats on (Get your cleats on)
I need a deal, I got my heat on (Heat on)
I'm the chosen one (I'm the chosеn one)
I told my brother, "We got shootеrs," he don't hold the gun
(Put that shit down, huh?)
Huh?
Hangin' with a mouse (Huh?)
Found out where you lay your head, bitch, we gon' kill the house (Come here, come here)
Huh?
Fourty-ourty out the window with that Drac' (Ourty)
When he be shootin', he don't think (Ourty), he just gon' leave a nigga stank (Huh? holy-moly)
Damn, that nigga smell like bubble guts, huh? (Holy-moly)
Jeffery Dahmer ain't got nothin' on us, huh? (Holy-moly)
Yeah, it's Skrilla
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's me (Yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me)
Yeah, it's me (Yeah, it's me)
Huh, huh, huh
[Verse]
They caught Chris, took that Rollie off his wrist (Damn)
They caught Eli, left him stankin' on that strip (Haha)
We smokin Gunna in the V', bitch, this a hot-box
That bitch bad, but she a whore, she got a hot box (Huh?)
Sheesh, walk 'em down, go walk 'em down, go put that nigga in the ground
I just fell left of that four pound, sheesh (Get him, get him)
We in the field, go put your cleats on (Get your cleats on)
I need a deal, I got my heat on (Heat on)
I'm the chosen one (I'm the chosеn one)
I told my brother, "We got shootеrs," he don't hold the gun
(Put that shit down, huh?)
Huh?
Hangin' with a mouse (Huh?)
Found out where you lay your head, bitch, we gon' kill the house (Come here, come here)
Huh?
Fourty-ourty out the window with that Drac' (Ourty)
When he be shootin', he don't think (Ourty), he just gon' leave a nigga stank (Huh? holy-moly)
Damn, that nigga smell like bubble guts, huh? (Holy-moly)
Jeffery Dahmer ain't got nothin' on us, huh? (Holy-moly)
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