"Skirt" lyrics
One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs
Papa got no days off, he got all the percs
Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
[?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt
You just ace to a deuce, now its time to double up
I just dropped a whole deuce, you know I keep a muddy cup
Chrome belt to match my jeans nigga, I been coming trim
I'm a Queens nigga, so that's the only thing that's on my brim
I'm 'bout to buy that Track for nothing, baby buckle up
Everybody saying my name for clout, I'm tryna see what the fuck is up
In Miami, I'm a lit nigga
I can't walk in the airport without fans asking for pics nigga
Everytime these bitches play with me, I just get richer
Everytime I get a new bitch, she just get thicker
I don't want that bitch if I can't go hit licks with her
Any nigga play his self, I crop him out the big picture
Nun' about us regular
When we catch you outside, we gon' strip you, blame the messenger
I block everybody who ain't call 'bout money on my cellular, 'nd that's facts
I couldn't give a fuck about a bitch, nigga, I got racks
On my momma, I made more than 7 figures off of rap
One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs
Papa got no days off, he got all the percs
Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
[?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs
Papa got no days off, he got all the percs
Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
[?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt
You just ace to a deuce, now its time to double up
I just dropped a whole deuce, you know I keep a muddy cup
Chrome belt to match my jeans nigga, I been coming trim
I'm a Queens nigga, so that's the only thing that's on my brim
I'm 'bout to buy that Track for nothing, baby buckle up
Everybody saying my name for clout, I'm tryna see what the fuck is up
In Miami, I'm a lit nigga
I can't walk in the airport without fans asking for pics nigga
Everytime these bitches play with me, I just get richer
Everytime I get a new bitch, she just get thicker
I don't want that bitch if I can't go hit licks with her
Any nigga play his self, I crop him out the big picture
Nun' about us regular
When we catch you outside, we gon' strip you, blame the messenger
I block everybody who ain't call 'bout money on my cellular, 'nd that's facts
I couldn't give a fuck about a bitch, nigga, I got racks
On my momma, I made more than 7 figures off of rap
One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt
I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk
Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs
Papa got no days off, he got all the percs
Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks
Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit
That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks
You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work
[?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt
