Skillz - Together lyrics
[Skillz - Together lyrics]
Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your
(shit) together require some
(shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or I make
Hit's to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your
Man? Y'all trick together
Y'all fools flow? Y'all cats
Gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole
Group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick
You'd better
Nextel cellphone CB, chips together
In a telly with two chicks
That like to lick together
He talking slick? He'll skip when
I get the Beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight
He might leave redder
I'm about to send a fix
That'll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick
You deader your chick looking at my
(dick) pushing her (tit's) together
Got you and the head of your label
Watch y'all slit your wrists together
Y'all wanna battle? Y'all cats
Are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my
Better half get picked together
Your girl will get got
I ain't got to sweat her
Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke
While you hop out of Jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what
(nigga) I let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to
And I just met her
Hit 'em both now them hoes
Is throwing fit's together turn them
(bitches) to foes
They won't even sit together
Me and you on the same
Record and we spit together?
And I don't make you look
Bad? You sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, that's my man
We make hit's together
You and your producer
Y'all cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your
(motherfucking) hips together
That's your clique? Y'all cats think
You look slick together?
Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and
(shit) together pop your brother
You and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family
Used to fish together he might come back if
Y'all just wish together
He won't, go upstairs and take a
() of his letter
Haters trying to Swiss cheese me
I'm like "whatever"
That's like skydiving son
Trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? We're about
To get rich together
You and yours need to change
Our f-ing pitch together
Y'all the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now y'all cats want to pop
(shit) together? My clique in here you can
Get drop kicked together slip mickeys
Have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple
Of soup kids together
Mad Skillz and VA, we on your list together
Y'all sick, I'm gonna be
Sick with this forever, what?
I told y'all that we don't stop
That's right baby, Timbaland, Mad Skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us
(shit) together require some
(shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or I make
Hit's to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your
Man? Y'all trick together
Y'all fools flow? Y'all cats
Gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole
Group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick
You'd better
Nextel cellphone CB, chips together
In a telly with two chicks
That like to lick together
He talking slick? He'll skip when
I get the Beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight
He might leave redder
I'm about to send a fix
That'll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick
You deader your chick looking at my
(dick) pushing her (tit's) together
Got you and the head of your label
Watch y'all slit your wrists together
Y'all wanna battle? Y'all cats
Are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my
Better half get picked together
Your girl will get got
I ain't got to sweat her
Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke
While you hop out of Jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what
(nigga) I let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to
And I just met her
Hit 'em both now them hoes
Is throwing fit's together turn them
(bitches) to foes
They won't even sit together
Me and you on the same
Record and we spit together?
And I don't make you look
Bad? You sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, that's my man
We make hit's together
You and your producer
Y'all cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your
(motherfucking) hips together
That's your clique? Y'all cats think
You look slick together?
Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and
(shit) together pop your brother
You and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family
Used to fish together he might come back if
Y'all just wish together
He won't, go upstairs and take a
() of his letter
Haters trying to Swiss cheese me
I'm like "whatever"
That's like skydiving son
Trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? We're about
To get rich together
You and yours need to change
Our f-ing pitch together
Y'all the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now y'all cats want to pop
(shit) together? My clique in here you can
Get drop kicked together slip mickeys
Have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple
Of soup kids together
Mad Skillz and VA, we on your list together
Y'all sick, I'm gonna be
Sick with this forever, what?
I told y'all that we don't stop
That's right baby, Timbaland, Mad Skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us