"Skyra" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I got, I got little Go—I got little Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck
I'on even pay for my jacket, it's free merch
Shoot up my blick, hit yo' torso, yo' t-shirt
Jump the gang, act like the room and my feet hurt
Wake up, got on that za, get geeked first
They ain't even smell no za, couldn't even search
Man, little twin could've—uh
Man, little twin could've spot, that's teamwork
I'm tryna trap that bitch out, where the fiends go?
Drunk three lines of that drank, where the lean go?
Got me some munyun, my shit was at zero
Shot that boy down, he think he a hero
Everybody deep in the whip, we like Migos
Everybody blicked on the court, nigga having fye
Try to box in the whip, I got it but I don't know how
Stick fitting in the black pants, I don't know how
Fish tattered with the whip with no fish bowl
I ain't fuck fine shit, I passed the assist tho
Blick in the mini-store, this ain't no citgo
Nigga watch back, stand down on that lick, though
Get on them drugs, spin around like a disco
Need to go practice your arm and a tenfold
Everybody step, he get stumped by a 10-4
Shit in my blick, boy, this shit make sound effects
Gang gon' link, might link at the roundabout
You the one started that smoke, why you running out?
I dropped this bitch on little twin, I don't huddle down
Sixty-round drum, I can't run with no hundred-round
Get on that za, I shake hands with the moon
Hotel smoked out, I smoke up the room
Little twin come through and sweep shit, broom
Nigga think we stuck in the hood, we doomed
I ain't drop no music, no news to consume
Try to put beam on my stick but it won't work
Every day I get a wedge, it don't work
Shit in my blick, hit your drip, that shit gon' hurt
Got on that drank, I'm stuck, I won't burp
I'm on the lean, coma sleep from a concert
I ain't even gotta shoot back, 'cause I dump first
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I got, I got little Go—I got little Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck
I'on even pay for my jacket, it's free merch
Shoot up my blick, hit yo' torso, yo' t-shirt
Jump the gang, act like the room and my feet hurt
Wake up, got on that za, get geeked first
They ain't even smell no za, couldn't even search
Man, little twin could've—uh
Man, little twin could've spot, that's teamwork
I'm tryna trap that bitch out, where the fiends go?
Drunk three lines of that drank, where the lean go?
Got me some munyun, my shit was at zero
Shot that boy down, he think he a hero
Everybody deep in the whip, we like Migos
Everybody blicked on the court, nigga having fye
Try to box in the whip, I got it but I don't know how
Stick fitting in the black pants, I don't know how
Fish tattered with the whip with no fish bowl
I ain't fuck fine shit, I passed the assist tho
Blick in the mini-store, this ain't no citgo
Nigga watch back, stand down on that lick, though
Get on them drugs, spin around like a disco
Need to go practice your arm and a tenfold
Everybody step, he get stumped by a 10-4
Shit in my blick, boy, this shit make sound effects
Gang gon' link, might link at the roundabout
You the one started that smoke, why you running out?
I dropped this bitch on little twin, I don't huddle down
Sixty-round drum, I can't run with no hundred-round
Get on that za, I shake hands with the moon
Hotel smoked out, I smoke up the room
Little twin come through and sweep shit, broom
Nigga think we stuck in the hood, we doomed
I ain't drop no music, no news to consume
Try to put beam on my stick but it won't work
Every day I get a wedge, it don't work
Shit in my blick, hit your drip, that shit gon' hurt
Got on that drank, I'm stuck, I won't burp
I'm on the lean, coma sleep from a concert
I ain't even gotta shoot back, 'cause I dump first
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
