SKRT lyrics

by

Chief Keef


[Intro: Lil Yachty & Chief Keef]
Mhm, ffff
Uhun (Uh)
Yeah, Sosa, Boat (Boom)
Skrt, yeah (Go) yeah (Go)
f*ck it, yeah (f*ck 'em)
Skrt skrt, yeah (f*ck 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Hundred thousand dollars in Chanel totes and I'm more than Lil Yachty, b*tch, I'm Big Boat (Beep, skrt, uh)
Big court screen, hear the echo, real slimes snake em out, now they GEICO (Skrt, uh)
Boy, get the hoe, this ain't Petco
f*ck her once, hit her with the let go (Skrt, uh)
Save a little nut for the next hoe, give the b*tch a dollar fifty for the Metro (Skrt, uh)
n*ggas know Boat keep it too real, two hoes like Lou Will (Skrt)
Got that b*tch too high, geeked off the bluе pill (Skrt skrt)
Park anywhere when I'm parking, my pardon, whip full of dogs, thеy barking (Skrt)
We'll finish yo gang if you starting, b*tch spot the drop top sh*t farting (Skrt)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Boat, when I get to Atlanta, ya let me see the G-Wagon
Skrt-skrt-skrt, we heard n*ggas talkin' down, we finna pull up to see about it, ayy
n*ggas be talking that heat sh*t when it boil down they don't be about it (Skrt)
Got my shooter with me playin' street ball when it come to defense, we foulin', ayy (Skrt)
Who shot ya? Man, I feel like Big Poppa, ayy (Skrt)
We got guap, we got the whole Ancelotta (Skrt)
Talkin' M's, I done ran through a lotta, ayy (Skrt)
You was prolly cop, pus*y, I was robber, ayy (Skrt)
I was robber, I was robber (Skrt)
sh*t, when I was poor, b*tch, I prolly robbed you, ayy (Skrt)
Call your block up, ayy, call your partners, ayy (Skrt)
Marble floors, royal status, ayy (Skrt)
Royal status, he ain't loyal clap him (Skrt)
That's why you a b*tch, she let yo shorty slap him, ayy (Skrt skrt)
We don't respect 'em (Skrt)
We'll whack 'em, Nike, we'll check 'em, ayy (Skrt)
Comin' down, I feel like Odell Beckham, hmm ayy (Skrt)
Odell Beckham, ayy (Skrt)
Young track Raven (Uh uh)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Uhun, give me my respect off top of the neck
Condo in New York like a Met (Skrt)
Walked in the club, no search like a jet
Gang gang act first, no regrets (Skrt)
My n*ggas twist fingers up like they can't hear
Three baguette chains like a chandellier (Skrt)
Tell these f*ck n*ggas one mic like I'm Nasir

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
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