Bbno$, Max Wells - skrrr lyrics

bbno$ [Alexander Gumuchian]

[Bbno$, Max Wells - skrrr lyrics]

Uh, uh, uh, uh bbno$
This shit goddamn too hard, bruh
Yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh) yuh, yuh

Gu-gu-gun on my strap
It's your sis on my lap
And I heard she was a fan
So I got up quick and I saved that lick
And I cash out right, fuck a bih
And I killed my show and I don't need blow
And you're meltin' like some snow
So I need some dough, and the dough will grow
Sit idle, watch me glow

I'm kinda cute like whoa
I flag the scene, expo
I'm sippin' on this brown paper
Bag like it's designer tho
And she already knows
She gave this baby votes i drop my campaign
In the form of a mix tape you ho

You silly sussy boy
You see me smashing on your sister
Your game be pussy shit
Don't make me pop you like a blister
I'm out here in the summer
Man I'm cold just like the winter
You got me runnin' shit
That cause you know I'm quite the sprinter
I'm in the school, I need a printer
Not a money counter
Your momma can't pop she letting me
Play with all that powder
If I'm chowin' good I'm dyin'
On some high clout chowder
I got some tickers on me
I'm flexing like Mr hatter
My mommy told me screw the sauce
Until you get the bread
I'm packing out with me of course
This stays all in my bed
I'm waving Nerfs at you, you sussy boy
I think you fled
I grab my pencil and my book
And now you'll need some led

My bars be cool my bih is deuce
Now fuck a truce sip that, loose
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
Yeah we talkin' peso
Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, yeah
Like what this say, so

Gu-gu-gun on my strap
It's your sis on my lap
And I heard she was a fan
So I got up quick and I saved that lick
And I cash out right, fuck a bih
And I killed my show and I don't need blow
And you're meltin' like some snow
So I need some dough, and the dough will grow
Sit idle, watch me glow

I'm kinda cute like whoa
I flag the scene, expo
I'm sippin' on this brown paper
Bag like it's designer tho
And she already knows
She gave this baby votes i drop my campaign
In the form of a mix tape you ho

Ayy, yeah, she called me a stick
Still petty, take the dick
Suave lipstick, got me pissin'
Out a clapper man, ayy
Rich kissin' I guess fuckin'
Up this frozen shit
Get some fetti now we ready
And we split this strip, ayy
I got her wet like a lake
I keep it wet like a bus
Every time I move out of state
I said I looked at my bars
I ain't gonna go back
I ain't comin' back down
I've been on this pack, beatin' shit like, ow
Boy do not start, but you not hard
I was smokin' on some
Blunts outside of Lockhart
When I pull up on you
Runnin' with the cop car
Never lacking 'cause my brudda got the
I need all my debit with me
Like I got some credit
To say so, if I'm mistaken
My case open, goin' crazy, ayy
You wasn't ready, tornado with a machete
I lay up, like I'm LeBron, I lay
Low so they ain't stress me, yeah

Gun on my strap, it's your sis on my lap
And I heard she was a fan
So I got up quick and I saved that lick
And I cash out right, fuck a bih
And I killed my show and I don't need blow
And you're meltin' like some snow
So I need some dough, and the dough will grow
Sit idle, watch me glow
I'm kinda cute like whoa
I flag the scene, expo
I'm sippin' on this brown paper
Bag like it's designer tho
And she already knows
She gave this baby votes i drop my campaign
In the form of a mix tape you ho

Skrrrr

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