SKELETON lyrics

[Intro: BLCKK]
SKOTSKR
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
I just bought the motherf*ckin' whip, I hit civilian (Yeah)
I just had a dream about a couple hundred million (Yeah)
Tell me what that issue is again, I wasn't listening (Yeah)
Way you motherf*ckers wanna act, f*cking sickening
b*tch, I am a problem (Hah)
You couldn't avoid me, yeah, I'm the one employee (Yeah)
Uh
Said "f*ck it, I think I got him"
Fresher than a motherf*cking, wait a minute, hold up
I'ma take two steps, motherf*cker, fall back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me outside 'bout it, bеt it's all black (Bet it's all black)
Drop a f*cking mixtape, ship it with the crack (Ship it wit' thе)
Broke for a minute 'til they email me a rack (Ha, ha, ha)
Uh, every city, I'm a problem (Ah)
Blacking in and out, I'm at the bar with a b*tch I just met
And I'm skipping my set
Next morning, they coming at my neck, said I'm f*cking up a check, goddamn (Yeah)
Whipping one-fifty inside a fifteen (Yeah, yeah)
I been breaking these b*tches since I was sixteen (Woah)
Said he probably seen better, whatever that mean (Woah)
Her new man wanna see me with a jury 'bout it (Woah)
I been thinkin' 'bout killing him, wasn't sure about it
And I could hit that sh*t again, but what I get up out it? (Yeah, yeah)
She tellin' everybody 'bout it, I don't blame her
She don't know a thing about me now, I ain't the same, uh
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
The check, cut the check, cut the check
Cut the check, motherf*cker, cut the check
I been killing sh*t since I was seventeen on this mic'
I'm a fiend for these racks like it was a bag of crack
Uh, fans always wanna know when new sh*t is dropping
Spider Gang the greatest, yeah, this sh*t is never stopping
I been making music for the art, never the profit
f*ck all your enemies and pray they never profit
Both hands stuck to a stick like a prophet
Both hands leather gloves on, no cotton
Both eyes on me, you better take caution
Smoking so much marijuana I feel like a Martian, b*tch
I'm Josh but I ain't joshing
You ain't doing sh*t with all that motherf*cking talking
All the cameras flashing the second that I walk in
Through the window of my car, I can see you walking
Plotting, sitting with my fingers interlocking
How I'ma f*ck your mom and put you up for adoption, b*tch
Your songs got me yawning, every show I do I get the whole crowd applauding, b*tch
And when you speaking, stop pausing, it sound like you stallin', you are appalling, b*tch
And when you running, stop jogging, before I pull up on you and take all of your belongings, b*tch