"Hooty" lyrics
T.F & ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
"Hooty"
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (We ain't come for this shit, boy, hooty-hoo)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Uh, yeah
Leave the Black shit for Black folks (Hooty-hoo)
Uh, hair like a lion, what a day, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bathing in the sun, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I put this 'Rari on a race, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Top ten, I'm makin' plays, skrrt, skrrt
Fuckin' white bitches 'til my locs get freed
Uh, hmm, oh, I think she like me
Yeah, throw me in the frame 'cause I'm an African
Yeah, dress me up in gold 'cause I'm a classic one
Huh, country on our back, they tried to mask it, huh
Yeah, rhythm from my language, had to practice from, huh
To JNB, they learned to break our crush, huh
LeBron, Savannah showed our growth ain't stunt, huh
From segregation to the White House staff, yeah
Would say some more, but yo, they bitch ain't Black
Huh, I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Hooty-hoo)
Look at me, that shit push to start, all that shit, bitch
You gon' respect this type of shit
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, bitch, bitch
Bitch, dress me up in gold, yeah, I want the diamonds and all that
Nigga, and my daughters straight, the both of 'em, nigga
Yeah, 720 a year, you gon' pay it
[T.F:]
Okay, uh, look
Slidin' through the city with my strap off safe
Uh, every stop sign, it got the wrapped-up tape
Uh, wait, look, skrrt, skrrt
Had to double back and get my bagged up day
Uh, hundreds stacked on hundreds, it's all profits, nigga
Money is the root and I just robbed three niggas
Uh, liquor with my lobster, I'm a mobster, nigga
I chuck deuces up, but this ain't Compton, nigga
I'm on Fig' and I'm on yeah like let's go find some bitches
We don't hear no sirens, we gon' slide relentless
Fuck the consequences, this why you signed up
Uh, keep it solid, you hit the lineup
Look, wait, fuckin' in the valley, duckin' case on case
Prayin' these lil' niggas ain't leave prints on safe (Hooty-hoo)
But look now, I'm ballin', skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Uh, pick up the strap, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, look, uh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the strap, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Huh, I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm ballin' now, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Uh, pick up the phone, I'm on my way, skrrt, skrrt, uh
[Outro:]
Yo, what's the deal, my boy? I told you I was on my way, man, fifteen minutes ago
You got a nigga right here, sitting duck status
Where this bitch-ass nigga at, man?
Bro, chill, this my boy, man
By the way, get money, man
Hurry up, man
Alright, man, don't rush, man, easy peezy, we got this
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