Up It Skrilla

[Intro]
Bitch, it's nighttime, but we make it mmm
Bitch, it's nighttime, but we make it *clap-clap*

[Verse]
Bitch, it's nighttime, but we make it thunder
Bitch, I only pop out night, bitch, I don't fuck with summer
But I burn a bitch (no, for real)
Bitch, I really run up, bitch I really skrrt on shit
Bitch, I really have a nigga on some nervous shit
Shaking in his boots
'Bout to piss all on yourself, boy, you Puss in Boots (nigga Dora!)
Down to pop up out the V, get the glizzy loose
Test the chip, make sure it's red like trying to rape the shit (yeah, it's good)
Nigga shoot the shit like he trying to break the bitch
I'm just rapping, I'm just in the booth making shit (I'm in the hood)
But ain't no cap in me
Bucket-head my situation, I'm a rapping fiеnd
Bitch, I don't need a feature, ain't no rapper taxing mе (the fuck?)
Put my doggy in the booth, shit, he just rap for free (for real)
But we going to give it out like lime and get that quarter back
Wet a nigga, show a nigga, I'm worth more than that (no, for real)
Boy, you dumb, my feet on land, we sacked your quarterback
You got your water whacked
The way these choppers in your face, we standing over that
Get on top the nigga, just took the nigga soul
I think it's really gangster when you just play your role
I'm in my rabbit bag, chip me up, I like my shit when mine shoot rapid back
That potato chips
You know I eat them bitches well, bitch, I ain't breaking for shit (I don't come outside)
Shit, I just shoot it out, shit, I ain't hide my face for shit (without the shit)
I'm on some Navy shit
I'm on some kill the pussycat, bitch, I can't wait for this
I'm on some eat the pussycat, bitch, I can't eat a diss (oh my god!)
Shit, I can't even miss
Shit, it's three shots in one, how could I even miss? (what the fuck?)
How could I even diss?
I be fraud and I ain't one of them type of rappers, bro (no, for real)
Bitch, I'm really active, come and check my status, bro (I'm official)
Come and check my side, I'm outside, bitch, I'm yeed up (my shit good)
If I'm lying then I'm dying, bitch, I'm P'd up (booted up, zooted up)
Dirty in my cup, bitch, I poured a whole four in this
And this some Tech, this ain't no Wock and definitely ain't no Tris
I'm a muddy man (Yak!)
Muddy man, I'm in the mud, bitch, popping rubber bands
Busting traps, I'm in my hood, I'm popping rubber bands
Busting traps, I'm with my man and with my other man
My other man, my other man, trying to kill your other man (the fuck?)
And he going to get it done cause that nigga a fucking ram (who the fuck is that?)