Skype lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, that n*gga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That b*tch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, sh*t was hopeless
I ain't never ask for sh*t, can't have a n*gga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my b*tch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
n*gga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a b*tch like Umenyiora
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner

[Verse]
Huh, hm, I hop right in that thing
I pull off in two seconds, n*gga, I told you not to blink
I'm high, I feel like Bruno Mars, grenades don't bring no pain
In a big body with a thick b*tch, she got me swervin' lanes
And I told you savе my name
And I told you I don't want no fame (Yeah)
Just drop off likе ten million in my account, and I go blank (Ayy)
My son get too damn big, gotta buy him shoes every week
And the rent due, and these bills due, and you ask for sh*t for free
Don't ash on none of my seats
She got makeup all on my tee
In a Benz, this sh*t ain't leased
But they still can't step like me
[Chorus]
Ayy, that n*gga sick on the mic
She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah
That b*tch the tentative type
She know she got what I like
My life was down bad, down bad, sh*t was hopeless
I ain't never ask for sh*t, can't have a n*gga sayin' that I owe him
I can even afford my b*tch, I buy her bags when I'm bored
n*gga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy)
I'm countin' my last chores
Block a b*tch like Umenyiora
Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy)
My weed ain't come from burner