Skuba Says lyrics

[Intro]
June, you're a genius

[Chorus]
Uh, f*ck all the cute sh*t, I'm here to shoot sh*t
I need a b*tch who gon' suck di*k and shoot trips
None of my stuffers can't come with the loose lips
b*tch, you gon' move sh*t
b*tch, you gon', b*tch, you gon' do what I say
b*tch, you gon', b*tch, you gon' do what I
b*tch, you gon', b*tch, you gon' do what I say
b*tch, you gon' do what I

[Verse]
Big jug of Act'-Act', bands in the backpack
Perkies in here booty crack, never in no man-purse
'Member we was on Xans first? 'Member I was usin' hands first?
Now it's ambulance, hearse, anytime I put in work
We ain't got no Sprite levels, drop the Acty in a Squirt
'Member first time I had the Acty, it was me and Smurf?
Now when I get the Acty-Act', I gotta spill some
'Cause I'm a young rich n*gga and off pills, Blood
Thousands, on me right now, we load up then slide down
b*tch, ain't no pipe down
Stupid b*tch, you pipe down
Ayy, let me pipe down, huh
Bet I pop an RP if I hit the White House
Shoot that b*tch in Trump face, hit him with the hood face
I might spark a 'Wood, yeah, Draco with the wood, yeah
Check a n*gga temperature, I put that on my hood, yeah
Samurais beat the block, sittin' on them woods steps
Grandma gave me whoopings, yeah, never was the good one, yeah
Me didn't work no nine to five, I was drinkin' on the clock
Sleepin' on a bad b*tch, broke, dreamin' on the top
Now when b*tches see me, diamonds blingin' through, they pieces rockin', yeah yeah yeah
Let me get my four-five, and I got the forty on me
Dumpin' at your whole lot, and you got your shorty with you
Ridin' with a dumb b*tch, look like he got Dory with him
Map out in my Expedition, look like I got Dora with me
I might have Storm with me, Wolverine my order please
Slice 'em for my Portuguese, put me on with forty keys
Drego, baby, I don't think nobody else in disbelief
We got all these young b*tches thinkin' they Coretta King
Still f*ck with the Medellín, still got methamphetamines
Still sippin' Promethazine, and I'm learning Lebanese
And I'm earnin' extra cheese, blowin' at the referees
Bookie blunt ain't got no seeds, you be smokin' sesame
She been suckin' so much di*k she need some extra knees
Matter fact she suckin' so much di*k I need an extra me
Gang gang hit my cellphone for an extra P
Gang gang, you don't need that, take this recipe, huh, uh-huh
[Chorus]
f*ck all the cute sh*t, I'm here to shoot sh*t
I need a b*tch who gon' suck di*k and shoot trips
None of my stuffers can't come with the loose lips
b*tch, you gon' move sh*t
b*tch, you gon', b*tch, you gon' do what I say
b*tch, you gon' do what I
b*tch, you gon' do what I say
b*tch, you gon' do what I