Skrrt Skrrt lyrics

[Intro]
Fukk 12
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt (Close that motherf*ckin' door, n*gga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (f*ck wrong with you? You trippin', n*gga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, hand me that baking soda, n*gga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (God damn, n*gga, I only count on it), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the—), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (No, 'cause you don't need that, man, you trippin'), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt (Hell, you gon' burn the dope up, but still), skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, keep that motherf*cker on me), skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my n*ggas counting benjis
Pull up on you with the sticks, n*gga, we gon' handle business
I know a lot of n*ggas out here say they worth a mill' ticket
I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar
Took the stand on your right hand, man, so you had to die
Lost a lot of my real n*ggas, so I had to cry
21 and that Sex Money what I live by
Glock .40 with the 30 round and a red dot
Young n*gga went from hot boxing to a trap spot
n*ggas clutching on the choppers every time the f*ckin' door knock
Santan' molly that'll make your f*cking heart stop
Feds taking pictures every time the f*cking car stop
Auntie hit the dope, said it make her f*cking jaw lock
Stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch
Fifteen and pregnant, told her momma and a f*cking tear drop
And that's my soda, that's my stove and that's my pot, 21
[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
My wrist in the bowl and I skrrt, I bought a new 'Rari, I skrrt
I f*ck on your b*tch then I skrrt, we pull up and murder and skrrt
These n*ggas, they know I'm berserk, I keep it up under my shirt
My n*gga, we flipping that work, we juug and remixing that work
Lil' bitty b*tch wanna flirt, this lil' bitty b*tch wanna flirt
I'm f*cking this b*tch for a perc', I'm f*cking this b*tch for a perc'
I'm smoking the OG from Cali', you lil' n*ggas still smokin' purp'
n*ggas be talking that gangster sh*t 'til these lil' n*ggas get hurt
Slaughter Gang, n*gga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt
I Slaughter Gang, n*gga, I'll slaughter your daughter then send her to church
Can't lose no more n*ggas, I lost some real n*ggas and, n*gga, it hurts
So I bought a new chopper, it's fully and semi and three round burst

[Outro]
Motherf*cking Slaughter Tape, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, y'all know what the f*ck going on, n*gga
Huh?
Slaughter your daughter
Slaughter your daughter
21, 21, 21
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