Skype Me lyrics

[Chorus: HoodRichSlatt]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*tch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n*gga get a check like Nike
Make your b*tch ride on the di*k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

[Verse 1: 8oo Ca$h]
She gon' pop that pus*y then drink me like a soda (Yeah)
No more luck with b*tches, I got hoes in Minnesota (Yeah, yeah)
Free Money Gang extort your homie, get him poked up
More white girl than a playboy, lil' n*gga, get your coke up
I'm trapping out my residence, my neighbors think I'm innocent
I f*cked her, gave her right back to her n*gga like I rented it
I'm sliding on these opps, it's only right I went and tinted it
Subtracting all the petty sh*t, I'm tryna add up dividends
These n*ggas cap like blah-blah-blah
My b*tches talk like, "Give me this"
Got a mino Draco, blah-da-da
Hate many men like 50 Cent
She see me with them racks out, that b*tch say that she like me
I bet if I went back down, that b*tch wouldn't even write me
Remember I was posted on the block in my white tee
Now I ride past, [?] to the Audi
b*tches used to leave when we brought pistols to the party
Now I tell security to keep these b*tches off me
[Chorus: HoodRichSlatt]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*tch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n*gga get a check like Nike
Make your b*tch ride on the di*k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

[Verse 2: K Suave]
She blowin' me up when she mad
I talk to that b*tch like her dad
f*ck an Uber, I called her a cab
Hurt her feelings while you get attached
Switch the locks to the door
Leave her stuck like a S'more
I'm knocking her down like a fort
Poppin' these pills like a cork
I'm tryna get in them shorts
Told her ass, "Welcome aboard" (Slatt)
She claiming she not a whore
I told her I want some more
Pop up at your door like the landlord
She get the feeling in my jeans, she say that my di*k so fat
You say that you really 'bout it, you ain't a street, it's an act
How you think you taking hollows? You can't even take a tap
Now you wanna turn around, I told your ass no going back
Had to take her ass to get upgraded 'cause her phone was wack (God, that sh*t was lame)
[Chorus: HoodRichSlatt]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*tch wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n*gga get a check like Nike
Make your b*tch ride on the di*k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh