Skurrt Lyrics by Stunna 4 Vegas
Let’s go
Aye I’m that lil n****.
I been with VV on the dental.
We still go hop in a rental.
Before it got cool we was spinning.
I say before the views,
I was trending.
Up the fye,
It get hot, put a cooler on it,
It cool down when you hitting.
I pull up in a coupe with a bitch
& she got her head down giving head behind 5%.
It’s dead opps in the air,
I can’t hide the stench.
It’s a high doors chase,
Can’t hide the switch.
I rather get caught with it then without the shit.
Give her dick like I love her,
I won’t wife the bitch.
Give her dick like I love her,
This fye protect me like my brothers do,
This fye protect me like a rubber.
Up that switch it will stutter,
Touch you & yo brother too.
Free Trapsino
He fell in love with swinging his cutta,
Now they scared to cut em loose.
We ain’t squashing no beefs or calling truce,
I can make a quick call,
Put em on the news.
I can’t talk about Rackz,
Rather pour a deuce.
Dunk a 8 in a sprite,
That’s a jungle juice.
She texting me like when you coming thru.
I pop a perky,
Show her what them drugs a do,
Throw back a perky,
Show her how them pills work,
I’m on a 20 ball,
I’m bout to kill her.
Shawty give head like an expert,
She let me lay back & show me how them lips work,
I won’t diss em,
Ima give em a tshirt,
Taliban jump out & hit first.
N***** hit up the scat
& got did worse.
The shit I be on you can’t rehearse.
He get hit with that stick,
Ain’t no reverb.
Shit ain’t no game dawg.
Out my top I sip drank raw.
Chase the pill with the syrup,
I might nod off.
Iont give a fuck about no blog,
I get a n**** knocked off with a head nod.
Beat ‘em drunk,
He sipping egg nog.
Peter roll em ,
Knock his head off.
I’ma hot n**** like Bobby Smurda.
Bitch n**** don’t try it’s murder.
We hop in the V,
We riding, searching.
Opp hunting,
We sliding, swerving.
Let’s go,
N***** die,
Mamas cry it’s merch.
This a track hawk when we riding we skurting.
I get high as a hawk when I pop them perky,
I think I’m addicted to pouring the syrup.
Every N**** with me on alert,
With a fye in his hand.
If I say it,
He purging.
Stick a n****,
We do em the worse.
We push up back to back in all black Suburbans.
Head shot gang,
No surgery.
I block the bitch if she acting too worrisome.
Kick him out the whip if we feel he nervous,
Bitch n***** act hard till you close they curtains,
Bitch N**** act hard till you get up on em,
Bitch n**** act hard till you close they curtains.
Won’t talk we shirt em.