Skootin Up lyrics

by

Quin NFN


[Intro]
Aye
Peso, Peso, Peso
Ooh
Splash, splash
Aye
Yeah

[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
b*tch, I’m skootin’ up (Skootin up)
I ain’t leavin’ till them n*ggas dead (No)
That n*gga was talkin’ and, then I put a bullet in his head (Brap, brap)
Got racks in my pockets, my cars exotic (Pow)
Pop out and smoke a n*gga like Biscotti
I'm f*ckin a bad b*tch, but she don't have sh*t, so i’I'm leaving her after I f*ck (Go)
I’m in the bottom with Glocks and Chops
I drip in Versace, lil’ n*gga, not Prada (No)
I blend in with a FN, I’m catching plays like the Redskins
I’m in the trap, countin’ up dead men (Go)
I'm with Walka, we drippin' in Dead End (Drip, splash)
If I came on, Bape needa make a Bape Mexico headband (Aye)
On the block with a Glock, while we get it in (Nah)
You get shot in yo’ top, if you play with Quin (Frra, Frra)
And I’m drippin’ and splashin’ up in a Benz (In a Benz)
And I’m ballin’ harder than (?) (No)
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
(Gang, aye)
I hit with no shoes on
Got the K in the coupe, for a n*gga that move wrong (Aye, grra)
I been grindin’ for too long (Gang)
I’m still bout a jade on the dash in a school zone
They been sleeping in snooze on
I’m in the party sticked up, gettin my groove on (Fa, Fa)
Gettin’ top with a suit on (Noggin)
Got no love for a b*tch, I’mma hit it and move on
And I keep the Glock on my body, n*gga
Got a pretty bad b*tch, look like Kylie, n*gga (She on)
I just popped me a bean not a Molly, n*gga (Gang)
Comet chop, the block like karate, n*gga (I’m on it!)
VVS wet like a f*ckin’ tsunami, n*gga
And I threw 20K on my body, n*gga (Gang)
4-4 roll a wood of Gelati, n*gga (Dope)
Got me movin’ f*cked up like a zombie, n*gga (I’m on it, hold on)

[Verse 3: Peso Peso]
In the trap house, it’s a lot of guns (Aye)
With the chopstick, I’ll make a n*gga run
I’m out in Austin, I’m smokin’ on some runtz (Yeah)
Play with the Sauce, I’mma hit a n*gga up
I ride by a ten, I chop up the brick (Drip, splash)
I just spent 10 racks on a outfit (No)
You talk about that murda, we know you ain’t bout sh*t
I’m trappin’, rollin’, I got too many pounds lit (Peso, Peso, Peso)
Louis Vuitton, I got some much racks, I feel like a don (Aye)
Boss sh*t, they know I’m livin’ large (Yeah)
In a mansion with a 6 car garage (Drip, splash)
I’m on the block and I’m sippin’ oil (Yeah)
I’m trappin’ everytime I go on tour (No)
If you come at me, I’mma keep dangin’ door
Walk in my spot, the choppa’s on the floor (Aye)
Walk in my room, I got bricks in the drawers
I’m trappin’ the top, when I hop in a foreign
(Peso Peso, aye)
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