[Intro: Skrilla]
Mm, mm
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla (Yeah, it's Skrilla, I-I-I—)
Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla (I-I-I'm working on dying)
Yeah, it's me (Swaggyono)
[Chorus: Skrilla & Black Fortune]
Clean Wocky in my cup, Perc', popped another one (Clean, clean)
I just put the switchy on the Glock and bought another gun (Grrt, come here)
Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky in my styrofoam (Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky)
Pull up too trim back-to-back, I don't know what I be on (Too trim)
I get geeks off lots of drug, bitch, I'm a dope fiend (Dope, dope)
Skrilla straight up out the gutter, out the nose bleed (Yeah, ugh)
[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
Pourin' syrup, Skrilla on Wocky, I'm on pop and Quagen (Drank)
Sippin' that drink that make you numb, my eyes dilatin' (Damn)
I put the switch on the back of the— brrt, shit sound like a vibrator (Brrt, brrt)
Bad bitch poppin' a tab, the same size as a Now and Latеr (Yeah)
Young nigga geek, geek, geekin' (Yeah, yeah) walk in thе tiki, beatin' shit like Tsukiji (Damn)
I'm in Amira geekin', it's nice to meet me (Yeah), sleep so the hoes can't reach me (Yeah)
I put a ho in CC (Yeah, yeah), she wanna freak me, we in the club gettin' neaky (Damn)
All of my bills since Bebe (Yeah, yeah), don't shoot BBs, pop out ball on that GG
Wallet chain, Chrome heart, serve a nigga cornstarch (Yeah)
Real trap nigga, I'm out here cuttin' deals with loan sharks
Blowin' Wock, just don't pop, spinnin' on the go-kart (Skrrt)
I don't drive, I keep 300 Blackout in my chauffeur (Yeah)
Pour up a deuce in my Shirley Temple, bro wanna spin, I'ma get him a rental (Yeah)
Blowin' up my phone, she need someone to vent to (Yeah), I gave my heart to the drink, it's simple, damn (Yeah)
But the Wockhardt clear my mental (Yeah), baby, I'm trappin' in a residential (Yeah)
All of the hoes told me they spent you, I put my heart on this instrumentals (I did)
[Chorus: Skrilla]
Clean Wocky in my cup, Perc', popped another one (Clean, clean)
I just put the switchy on the Glock and bought another gun (Grrt, come here)
Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky in my styrofoam (Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky)
Pull up too trim back-to-back, I don't know what I be on (Too trim)
I get geeks off lots of drug, bitch, I'm a dope fiend (Dope, dope)
Skrilla straight up out the gutter, out the nose bleed (Out the nose bleed)
[Verse 2: Skrilla]
Cuddy in designer, pop out Draco on my mama (On my mama)
Bank account on commas, commas, commas, commas
Smack the wheel, I'll kamikaze (Skrrt), my doggy tried to line me (What?)
I got shooters in my posse (The fuck?), shooters in my lobby (Come here)
GTA lifestyle I'm livin', skeet, foreign cars I'm whippin'
Foreign broads I'm hittin', foreign clothes I'm drippin'
I just put blood 10 on Cartier's, I feel like Soulja Boy (Nah, for real)
Pull up, who? Mike Jones, yeah, you know the boy (Mike Jones)
[Chorus: Skrilla]
Clean Wocky in my cup, Perc', popped another one (Clean, clean)
I just put the switchy on the Glock and bought another gun (Grrt, come here)
Wawa Wocky, Wawa Wocky in my styrofoam (Wawa Wocky)
Pull up too trim back-to-back, I don't know what I be on (Too trim)
I get geeks off lots of drug, bitch, I'm a dope fiend (Dope fiend)
Skrilla straight up out the gutter, out the nose bleed (Out the nose bleed)
[Outro: Skrilla]
Yeah, it's me
