Skii lyrics

[Intro]
Skee, skee-yee
Yeah, f*ckin' that b*tch from the back (Yeah)
Yeah, f*ckin' that b*tch from the back (Yeah, come here)
Yeah, I done ran me up a sack, skee-yee (Bend over, b*tch, come here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse]
Reach for my chain, they pop at your melon (They pop at your melon)
Them boys you're with, they be tellin' (They tellin')
I'm addicted to drank, b*tch, look at my belly
I sip for free, I'm with the n*ggas that sell it (Yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck both of you, bae (Both of you b*tches)
Look, just don't be jеalous (Don't be jealous)
f*cked up in class so much, I'm a two-timе felon (For real)
But I'm really a legend (Uh-huh)
You gotta have sauce to drip like this, to mix the Marni with Rick like this (Swag, swag)
You gotta have money to treat your b*tch like sh*t or she ain't gon' take no sh*t (She ain't gon' take no sh*t)
I go to sleep and wake back up, and pour me a cup again and again (I'm drownin')
I go to sleep and wake back up with twenty missed calls from my b*tch and my mans
I bought my ex a lil' Jeep truck and bought like two of my hoes a Benz (For real)
Boyfriend, ain't no callin' me that (Ain't no callin' me that)
I tell her I'm sleep, ain't no callin' me back (On bro)
He say he my twin, ain't no callin' me that (f*ck him)
I don't even know you n*ggas, I gotta show you n*ggas
But after rap, I still negotiate millions, lil' n*gga, you get it
He talkin' that money sh*t, he ain't about it (He ain't about it)
You only sip green in the house, I don't sip green at all
Rich as f*ck, still sleep in the trap on the couch (On the couch)
He never served a fiend at all
All that cap in his rap, we know that you cap (That you cap)
You the type to run off on the plug, when you could really go and run up a sack (Really run it up)
Broke n*ggas make me sick, broke n*ggas can't do sh*t
Broke n*ggas can't touch sh*t, n*gga, suck my di*k (Suck my di*k, b*tch)
I don't do sh*t for n*ggas, I don't got sh*t for n*ggas (Yeah)
I see the b*tch in n*ggas
I don't talk much, just listen, n*gga, you get it
f*ckin' that b*tch from the back, I done ran me up a sack
Tell the b*tch hi then bye
Chrome Heart slippers two thousand and five, plus tax, I live what I rap
I don't care how rich I get, I ain't stoppin' the trap
I don't care how rich I get, even with my security, I'm totin' that fire
n*ggas know I ain't bap
[Outro]
Yeah, **** that **** from the back
I don't sip green, that's bap
I don't sip green, that's bap