yal lagya (Snippet) lyrics

[Chorus]
(I'm not into you)
(Skys is my hero)
I gotta tell ya— mm
I gotta tell ya one thing
I can't be that one n*gga
Of course I got to sustain
He'll get touched, down, set, hut, n*gga
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
Stepped out with that fye guy, ha, I love propane
Stack my racks all the way to the top, don't need no cranes
sh*tted, don't need no Hanes
Don't cross me, look both ways
Thought that lil' boy don't flake
All these Louie's but I don't skate
He get booted, [?]
Molly, the Oxy', the Xan
We [got them K's?] like a ram
We might spray you like PAM
Know what's strange
You ain't doin' it like me, I'm ballin' like James or Harden, yeah
Yeah, hey, what's your wage?
No, I don't need a receipt, baby, that's okay-ay
Put those snakes on her feet, I pay like 3 k-ay
Lil' boy look at you (Flrrr), y'all lil' n*ggas gay (Haha), ayy
[Verse]
Boy I feel like M', all y'all n*ggas stans
Blocked a bad ass ho, don't text me again (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just changed my song, how y'all like this?
I just made my big bankroll, how y'all like this?
Called her friend up on the phone, that was frightening
Big bouncy booty b*tch
Bit' beautiful, she enticing
Woah, woah
Baby picked the leash and some Chrome, yeah
She said, "When we get home, give you dome" yeah
Of course lil' b*tch, I don't gotta force this b*tch, she do it on her own
You be forcing b*tches, what's wrong with you n*gga, you need to get stoned
Bro be torturing b*tches, [burning on?] with your di*k, get on
Why that sh*t so murky? That sh*t dirty, bro be sippin' wrong
And off of that Perc-y I feel like Durk-y, I got big ass eye balls
Ho strong, can't take my pipe off

[Chorus]
(I'm not into you)
(Skys is my hero)
I gotta tell ya— mm
I gotta tell ya one thing
Of course I got to sustain
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
Stepped out with that fye guy, ha, I love propane
Stack my racks all the way to the top, don't need no cranes
sh*tted, don't need no Hanes
Don't cross me, look both ways
Thought that lil' boy don't flake
All these Louie's but I don't skate
He get booted, [?]
Molly, the Oxy', the Xan
We [got them K's?] like a ram
We might spray you like PAM
You ain't doin' it like me, I'm ballin' like James or Harden, yeah
Yeah, hey, what's your wage?
No, I don't need a receipt, baby, that's okay-ay
Put those snakes on her feet, I pay like 3 k-ay
Lil' boy look at you (Flrrr), y'all lil' n*ggas gay (Haha), ayy