SKEEYEE FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on, (skee-yee)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skee-yee)
Hold on, b*tch come here (skee-yee)
Aye, yeah, yeah (skee-yee)

[Verse]
My b*tch ass fat as hell without no BBL
Glock 21, tucked up in my BB belt
If I get caught, I got 20 hoes gon' send me mail
17 shots with me, like I'm Tony Snell
So many shells like I got a job at Taco Bell
She need Jesus how I dog her out, she goin' to hell
Turned her out, now she on the porch high as hell
Had to kick her out cus now she f*ck with auntie 'nem
I used to steal cars b*tch when I was 14
Jumped off the porch at 17 before you seen a G
We been hittin' licks when y'all was sleep, me and cuh hit the streets
G. lock 23, when I'm with 2 or 3 we layin' [?]
Aye, I like my b*tches ratchet
Hair done, nails did, and I need that b*tch to call me daddy
Off the perky, I be spazzin'
Aye, almost lost the whip when she was givin' me neck in traffic
You ain't never seen 10 whole pound bags
Posted in a trap house, my mama cookin' steak and eggs
Yellow diamonds on my watch, it look like curry chicken, man
Was finna cuff that hoe, til she start actin' like a chicken head
Damn, like how I ain't see she was trippin'
The G. lock 33, I'm tryin' to shoot like Scottie Pippen
I start hearin' them count favors when I start askin' for sh*t
And if my b*tch friend wanna f*ck, all I gotta do is ask permission
Timmy Turner all my opps, left 'em Make-A-Wish
Like, damn, I wish he ain't pop out 'fore I upped the blick
Like, damn, I wish he ain't leave bro'nem on the ground, sh*t
Like, damn, I wish cracka ain't beat on my lil' brother's [?]
Like, damn, I wish I wouldn't have switched, cause now that cracka winnin'
Two cell phones, and I ain't pick up nan' calls
Grrrrt—that's the [?] sound
Well, the [?]
I'm in LA, but when I link with shorty, pound town
Flip the wheel, shots comin' left and right, surround sound
Stack for stack, bar for bar, car for car, round for round
I got perc, I got drank, I got—for the town, yeah
Aye ridin' around with it, in my f*ckin' pants
Aye, this bad b*tch tryna f*ck, I'm like, b*tch, where your man?
Aye, she say she outta town, that don't matter, she tryna get it in
Soon as we just hit the club, she already tryna take off her pants
Damn, I'm the man damn
I'm countin' bands damn
I'm in that trans AM
Ridin' it like it's a Benz, damn, damn, damn
I'm tryna f*ck on Sexyy Red, told her "come here, come here"
I'm off the gas, b*tch, I can't even see clear
10K veneers, got my teeth clear, damn
The plug bullsh*ttin', bring my weed here, damn
[Outro]
Yeah, aye, bring my weed here, damn
Off the gas, I can't even see clear, damn
That b*tch said "when I holla, skee-yee, that mean pull up (skee-yee)"
"Cars seventy-five, and they fast as f*ck (skee-yee)"
"I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck (skee-yee)"
She slid that bih'