BGO Jayski - Skrt Skrt Lyrics

Come here, where you going
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We just boxed the dicks, now we back on the chase
Flyin' through the nine, we spot a off catch one we bake his face
Ain't no peace, treat you with this shit for life, so play it safe
Nickel break his top, I skirt the block and it's a DOA
Yeah, yall heard what happened to what's his name, he got hit in his face
And it ain't shit to knock her down, I bet she f*ck me same day
Smoking hot sauce out the blunt, don't trip, we in them gangways
I'm on the double four, I got some killers on the four trey
Switch attack, I hop out on feet, don't run, cause there's some shit you won't get back
I got snot up on my gen, if I keep sliming then I'm slatt
Niggas goofy's, let me see your pipe and you won't get it back
F*ck the other side you throw out I throw, we bound to hit the hat
Make em scream, we put blood up on the leaves, his ass a pack
Hit his spleen, Switch a clear his team we spin cause I can't lack
Who you with? Ain't no factors on your side, so stop the bout
I come through, gun big as me, this beam a light the match
You know how we get, don't push up on the double four
If you ain't coming with no blick BGO for life
You got a problem, it ain't shit to fix
Cap up on the net like you in traffic, Till we Baking shit
We throwin' shot after shot you, diss one of mines get put in the box
Got 16 in the clip, Vedo got 16, don't get put on Fox
That 32 f*ck a goofy, who say that they spinning but there's a guarantee
Y'all not f*ckin' takin' a picture, that Beam a hit him stand over dude and he get cropped
That 23, I sit him down
F*ck askin' around, I call my lil' bro, watch him spend the town
Say y'all some bitches, be on point before I knock you down
These bitches pennies ain't no dimes, man, you bitches are clowns
Ain't no way he spendin' in rentals
F*ck talkin, I run up and get him
Blick on the side, I can't leave a witness
These niggas know who do the killin
Hot car ride glide finish
That nine, uh split like it's pippen
Stay with the blues like my niggas crippin
Bitch, I'm BGO did I mention
Shots out the Drake, got him runnin, I'm blicking
We sendin' this ass to the cellin
Got in my bag, now I'm in my feelings
33 and I'm strapped ' with Christian
A nigga play, we pop out cussin
Now he end up missin
These niggas fake, they broke as f*ck
They really be penny-pitchin
What
Box em in from both ways
Guess he want some smoke, so he's up just like Sage
Give him niggas bald face
We catchin' the opps, we f*ckin' up his face
Skirt off on the Jakes
They try to box us in, no, not today
They know how we comin
33 shots up in his Glock, won't leave a trace
Eli, he got the wheel
When we slide, not off no bills
You know I'm doin' drills
Time to stand over him, that's an overkill
Do this rappin' shit forever
Until I touch a mill
Hawk a nigga down
With this Blrdd I get caught, I won't squeal