Lil Zay Osama - Skii lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - Skii lyrics]
Skee, skee yee
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back, yeah
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back
(yeah, come here)
Yeah, I done ran me up a sack, skee yee
(Bend over, bitch, come here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Uh, huh, uh huh)
Reach for my chain, they pop at your melon
(They pop at your melon)
Them boy you're with, they be tellin'
(They tellin') I'm addicted to drank, bitch
Look at my belly i sip for free
I'm with the n#ggas that sell it, yeah
I'm tryna fuck both of you, bae
(Both of you bitches)
Look, just don't be jealous
(Don't be jealous)
Fucked up in class so much
I'm a two-time felon (For real)
But, I'm really a legend, uh huh
You gotta have sauce to drip like this
To mix the Marni with Rick like this
(Swag, swag)
You gotta have money to treat your bitch like
Shit or she ain't gon' take no shit
(She ain't gon' take no shit)
I go to sleep and wake back up
And pour me a cup again and again
(I'm drownin')
I go to sleep and wake back up with twenty
Missed calls from my bitch and my mans
I bought my ex a lil' Jeep truck and
Bought like two of my hoes a Benz (For real)
Boyfriend, ain't no callin' me that
(Ain't no callin' me that)
I tell her I'm sleep
Ain't no callin' me back (On bro)
He say he my twin, ain't no callin' me that
(Fuck him) I don't even know you n#ggas
I gotta show you n#ggas
But after rap, I still
Negotiate millions, lil' nigga, you get it
He talkin' that money shit, he ain't about it
(He ain't about it)
You only sip green in the house
I don't sip green at all rich as fuck
Still sleep in the trap on the couch
(On the couch)
He never served a fiend at all
All that cap in his rap, we know that you cap
(That you cap)
You the type to run off on the plug
When you could really go and run up a sack
(Really run it up)
Broke n#ggas make me sick
Broke n#ggas can't do shit
Broke n#ggas can't touch shit, nigga
Suck my dick (Suck my dick, bitch)
I don't do shit for n#ggas
I don't got shit for n#ggas, yeah
I see the bitch in n#ggas
I don't talk much, just listen, nigga
You get it fuckin' that bitch from the back
I done ran me up a sack
Tell the bitch hi then bye
Chrome Heart slippers two thousand
And five, plus tax, i live what I rap
I don't care how rich I get
I ain't stoppin' the trap
I don't care how rich I
Get, even with my security
I'm totin' that fire n#ggas know I ain't bap
Yeah, #### that #### from the back
I don't sip green, that's bap
I don't sip green, that's bap
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back, yeah
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch from the back
(yeah, come here)
Yeah, I done ran me up a sack, skee yee
(Bend over, bitch, come here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Uh, huh, uh huh)
Reach for my chain, they pop at your melon
(They pop at your melon)
Them boy you're with, they be tellin'
(They tellin') I'm addicted to drank, bitch
Look at my belly i sip for free
I'm with the n#ggas that sell it, yeah
I'm tryna fuck both of you, bae
(Both of you bitches)
Look, just don't be jealous
(Don't be jealous)
Fucked up in class so much
I'm a two-time felon (For real)
But, I'm really a legend, uh huh
You gotta have sauce to drip like this
To mix the Marni with Rick like this
(Swag, swag)
You gotta have money to treat your bitch like
Shit or she ain't gon' take no shit
(She ain't gon' take no shit)
I go to sleep and wake back up
And pour me a cup again and again
(I'm drownin')
I go to sleep and wake back up with twenty
Missed calls from my bitch and my mans
I bought my ex a lil' Jeep truck and
Bought like two of my hoes a Benz (For real)
Boyfriend, ain't no callin' me that
(Ain't no callin' me that)
I tell her I'm sleep
Ain't no callin' me back (On bro)
He say he my twin, ain't no callin' me that
(Fuck him) I don't even know you n#ggas
I gotta show you n#ggas
But after rap, I still
Negotiate millions, lil' nigga, you get it
He talkin' that money shit, he ain't about it
(He ain't about it)
You only sip green in the house
I don't sip green at all rich as fuck
Still sleep in the trap on the couch
(On the couch)
He never served a fiend at all
All that cap in his rap, we know that you cap
(That you cap)
You the type to run off on the plug
When you could really go and run up a sack
(Really run it up)
Broke n#ggas make me sick
Broke n#ggas can't do shit
Broke n#ggas can't touch shit, nigga
Suck my dick (Suck my dick, bitch)
I don't do shit for n#ggas
I don't got shit for n#ggas, yeah
I see the bitch in n#ggas
I don't talk much, just listen, nigga
You get it fuckin' that bitch from the back
I done ran me up a sack
Tell the bitch hi then bye
Chrome Heart slippers two thousand
And five, plus tax, i live what I rap
I don't care how rich I get
I ain't stoppin' the trap
I don't care how rich I
Get, even with my security
I'm totin' that fire n#ggas know I ain't bap
Yeah, #### that #### from the back
I don't sip green, that's bap
I don't sip green, that's bap