| I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| I jumped in a push start, I got square ass pop tarts
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| I got green like Brett Farve, I’m gone eat I won’t starve
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| I drink lean, got no cough
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| I hit scenes with my dawg, you get cause you flaw
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| One phone call, you knocked out
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| I send shot I’m a boss, Florida boy like Rick Ross
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| Gator on me, Lacoste, I’m in the field like lacrosse
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| Coppers come I get lost, I’m gone buck like John Ross
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| I got so much sauce, I’m on her lips like lip gloss
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| He’s a lover, I’m a fucker
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| You’s a buster, I just bust’d her
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| You’s a spoiler, little cuffer
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| I’m her tune up, she need some oil
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| I jumped out a old car, then jumped in a new car
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| I been trappin' so hard, I’m sellin' soft and hard
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| Don’t make me pull your car, knock ya out like a
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| gave us that call and a nigga took off
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt
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| I had to jump outta the VW, now I’m in a faster car
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| Slidin' when I’m ridin', need for speed, oh this a NASCAR
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| Choppa.308, crayola tips and they go very far
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| Yungen from the O, you caught my drift ain’t tryna reconcile
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| My niggas lovin' easter, cars lil bruh at 8 o' clock
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| I can’t show no love, you my lil cougar, I’m a jitterbug
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| Eat me like a lolli, she gone suck, slurp me, clean me up
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| Might just need a, she 17, she say I’m young as fuck
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt
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| Slidin' when I’m ridin', but I’m ridin' with my tool
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| Tryna run up on me, I crack you fuckin'
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| Quick to give you camera time, facetime with this
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| Snaggletooth it love to spit, no MC Hammer
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| I had to run 'em down, but I can’t tell you how that story went
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| Like oxygen, I’m in the wind, I’m rollin with Lil OD them
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| Lord forgive us for our sins, but God we finna spin again
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| Double back and spin the ben, no nigga knock, I’m comin' in
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, I’m slidin'
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