kid skc - figure 8 lyrics
[intro]
ooo (buh+du+du+du+duh+dahhh)
ay
yah! (ay! ooouuu)
ay! ayy
azariah, don’t you think this intro’s a lil too long?
yuh yuh, (ay), what? ahaha
yuh!
ay! ay! ay! b+tch!
pew, pew, pew, pehhh, ay
yo, shoutout my brothers bro, f+cking+
yuh! ahaha
uhhh, you know it’s gon’ be me on this though, right?
sh+t, ah!, uh
uhhh, azariah, don’t you think this sh+t’s a lil too long bro?
uh yooo
uhhhhh, yuh!
[chorus]
ridin’ ’round his place, no skates, like a figure 8
yo career really won’t last, go and figure it
my tongue yellow, like sap, ’cause of cigarettes
namé really hit me with the work, get it off my plate
[verse 1]
double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon
let my hair grow, and now the crackers call me coon
gettin’ real rich, in my denim got doubloons
get some pocket pay, and now the p+ssy think he cool, uh
ridin’ ’round the block with a h+llcat
stay up in yo place bеfore i push you the f+ck back, uh
stash away the body, and thеn burn the shack
used to take threats, but now i’m getting payback, uh
talking sh+t, tell a n+gga “throw shade”, uh
pierce a p+ssy n+gga like some crochet, ah
jugg him for the cocaine that his momma made, uh
caught a l!ck quick, call it minute maid (eugh)
[chorus]
ridin’ ’round his place, no skates, like a figure 8
yo career really won’t last, go and figure it
my tongue yellow, like sap, ’cause of cigarettes
namé really hit me with the work, get it off my plate
[verse 2]
baby threw it back, call it boomerang, uh
creaming on me call that b+tch the wutang, uh
ion wanna catch him lackin’ quick, let my gang bang
bullets gon’ pierce through his skin like a snake fang
scoutin’ out the place before, makin’ sure he really lack
in case the n+gga slide up out his house, uzi in my lap
if he tryna spot me, won’t see, like a cataract
bullets gon’ hit eem at his chest, like a quarterback
freeflow verse, know i got it, on ya
take no breaths, take no breaths, ion stress, on ya
super fly fit, call me johnny test
imma slide one cross ya neck
‘fore i cut up at yo chest, b+tch!
[chorus]
ridin’ ’round his place, no skates, like a figure 8
yo career really won’t last, go and figure it
my tongue yellow, like sap, ’cause of cigarettes
namé really hit me with the work, get it off my plate
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