Skillz - S.K.I.L.L.Z. lyrics

Turn it up
(c'mon) 9 (everybody) 8 (c'mon louder)
7 (louder) 6 (louder)

Uh yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Drop my singin debut
Do the damn thing - like this
C'mon baby! Uhh, yeah, get my
Uh, huh, yeah, uhh, uhh
Yeah, uhh uhh uhh, yo

I'm a problem, you better off callin Jake
Before you see me you'll see
X doin the Harlem Shake
Ask your man who own the state
I know the album late
But when it's this hot shit
You 'posed to wait son I spit like fo' bars
Then I got Kevin Liles on
The 2-way offerin fo' cars
Skillz get the same cash
For the past two years I've been
Windin it up like Dame Dash
Ahead like no other, check "From Where?"
First nigga to pop his collar
On the album cover
Far as battlin, y'all cats'll get hurt
We can pull out 2-ways
I'll bust yo' ass over your alert
I'm back, don't slip now I ain't worried
'bout you ballin hard nigga
You on your fifth Loud
Trust me I'm gon' stay
You need to keep your nose
Clean muh'fucka, I own V-A, c'mon sKI, LLZ
V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing)
SKI, LLZ
V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing)

So if, he the shit I'mma flush the guy
With a sick-ass flow that'll crush the guy
Hordes of metaphors that'll rush the guy
Type of shit make Bust say "AH-HA, AH-HAH!"
Ha! It's even worse at a show
Cause usually I got whole front
Row full of hoes and they all be like
("louder") soundin like ("louder")
Lookin like ("c'mon") you know like ("uhh")
Yo, yeah it happens all the time
Usually they find out I'm cute
Give a fuck about a rhyme
You got to trust me kid
When I hear y'all spit I don't do
Shit but miss the fuck outta Big
And that's real, tell me what's wrong
The reason that you can't get a
Deal cause you can't make songs
Yo as far as spittin flames
Get a Oscar nigga, actin like
You don't know my name, tell 'em

So let the poppers pop
And the breakers break
You can, bounce and rock
Or you can roller skate
Yo, I want tall money, clown if I stack it
And it fall, half of it'll land outta town
Yo, I gotta get the crown
How you sayin that you in the game
When you know you outta bounds
Try to put the heat to my jaw
I'mma have dogs poppin up like
It's meat on the floor
And yo, I spit fly from the door
Walk backwards talkin shit like
I'm guidin a tour
Ha, these rap niggas sayin nothin
Fuckin with me nigga
You musta bumped your head or somethin
Y'all cats is real funny
E'rybody goin platinum
Ain't nobody gettin platinum money
I came to drop fellas
Leave you with nothin under yo'
Ass like a acapella, c'mon