skyte - #idontlikeyou lyrics
[intro]
okay, yeah, uh, okay
uh, yeah, yeah, okay
yeah, yeah, okay
not again
okay (brrt)
[verse]
headshots thuggin’ on tulips, yuh
shawty do it all for the guap
gang walk in and they all finna stop
up that, up that gen, n+gga b+lls finna drop
team top ten, but we all gotta lock
suck my d+ck, put a condom on top
when i start to rap it get awfully hot (let’s go)
don’t mix what you are, what you not
spinnin’ yo’ street, yuh, i ain’t even park in no spot
i ain’t on hero sh+t, darker than von
put the guns down, b+tch, i will shatter yo’ top
i’ma cheat on you, b+tch, do it matter or not?
over the years my pockets get fatter with knots
i need a house with an attic on top
oh my god, why the f+ck do you act so strange? (why the fu—)
why the f+ck n+ggas switch so lame? (why the fu—)
why the f+ck you don’t know my name? (why the f—)
why the f+ck i’m playin’ these games? (games)
why the f+ck everyone not changin’? i’m not stayin’ the same (on god)
still sauced up in it like raising canes (raising canes)
b+tch, i been tryna evade the fame (okay)
money on me get yo’ top missin’, i get guap different
take him out, that boy a opp+snitchin’
do she want me, n+gga, or the c+ck, chicken?
i just do me, n+gga, i do not listen (let’s go)
give a f+ck up in that corner, n+gga, and i drop victims (let’s go)
takin’ turns like his top missin’
bullet rip his dreads he need a locktician (yeah)
yeah, just like my daddy my pops pimpin’
send a flash from the corner, i block vision (b+tch, b+tch)
on that, i don’t ever stop missin’ (uh+huh)
give me a call when the guap mentioned (yeah)
slimy n+gga left his snot drippin’ (okay)
i got that pole on me and i’m not fishin’ (no fishin’)
don’t come to me about no racks, boy, this louie bag really got a lot in it
hey, it’s skyte, it’s nice to meet ya’
you can’t be my mamacita
i got yellow diamonds, pika’
this that sh+t that break the speaker
pour that deuce, deuce in the liter
you get kicked out, b+tch, it’s fifa
pockets fat, been h+lla [?]
took his b+tch, he failed to keep her (huh)
put your hand down, boy, i don’t like you
she wanna play with my b+lls all day, this ain’t haikyuu
put the gun down, we can fight too
even though i got the sh+lls, don’t talk about drive+thrus
give a f+ck where you hide, i’ma find you
if it ain’t over ten mill’ on a deal i can’t sign to you
’cause i’m makin’ that sh+t by myself
b+tch, i’m the g+o+a+t, let me remind you
she suck the d+ck ’cause me f+ckin’ her hurts
way i put that boy down, he in love with the dirt
snappin’ on beats, man, i’m stuck with a curse
had to start from the bottom like b+tton up shirts
roll up a blunt everyday ’cause nothin’ else work
baddie walk in and she huggin’ me first
ain’t sharing nothin’, i ain’t cuttin’ no perc’
that’s red and blue, b+tch, put the gun in your purse
[outro]
oh my god, put the gun in your purse right now
they’re on the way, no, oh my god, i’m gonna go to jail
it’s over, ahh
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