Doot Doot (6 7)

Yeah, it’s Skrilla, yeah, it’s Skrilla
Yeah, it’s Skrilla, yeah, it’s Skrilla
Yeah, it’s me
Shades on, I’m Boul Wit Da Glasses
Bro say er ’cause he a savage
So many dead opps, so many ashes (brrt)
You ain’t catch that, I can’t pass this (come here)
Shooter stay strapped, I don’t need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin’ (oh my, oh my God)
6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (bip, bip)
Skrrt, uh (bip, bip, bip)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mh, sittin’ in the driveway (skrrt)
Uh, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo
Doot, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot
Dump truck, baby shark, doot, doo-doo-doo
I popped the Perc’ and popped the blue
I geek-geek like a custy too
Say it in rap, bro, we can smack out (huh?)
Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin’ off a honey too (huh?)
Diamonds VV, straight from Lex
And I got a custom pendant waitin’, wait ’til when you see that, ooh
Pull up back to back, matte black Track’, I just bipped it, nyoom (back to back)
Throw some D’s up on that bitch like Rich Boy
Hurricane, hey, bay-bay-bay-bay
Hurricane my Chris boy (hey-bay-bay)
Maison Margiel’, I’m forever gon’ drip, boy (hey-bay-bay)
Send my shooter on a hit, boy (brrt)
I’ll middle-man a whole body (frr)
Straight thuggin’, free Blick, fightin’ triple homi’ (frr)
Take a four, so I just yack
I think 12 inside a Scat
Swapped the VIN and got it wrapped (huh?)
Bitch, we bippin’ overnight (yeah)
Shades on, I’m Boul Wit Da Glasses (yeah)
Bro say er ’cause he a savage (yeah)
So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah)
You ain’t catch that, I can’t pass this
Shooter stay strapped, I don’t need mine
Bro put belt right to they behind (come here)
The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin’ (get him)
6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn)
Skrrt, uh (oh my God)
I just bipped right on the highway
Trackhawk, mm, sittin’ in the driveway
Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my, oh my God)