On Skates

[Intro] Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli', it can fit 'bout four Just for talkin' I get paid in full Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Rob a nigga, I get paid, let's go [Refrain] Runnin' through shit, so stay out my way Gotta go buckle you up for the race Gon' put you down, you gotta stay laced Niggas be frontin' just like the display Ridin' in the Stinger like my name was Ray When it's 'bout money, that's somethin' I can't play Eat on her pussy, she cream on my face You cap like you livin', I know you ain't straight Nigga, you gotta know it just take one call I could havе a Chris Brown pack wall to wall Hundred round choppers, that run up a flaw Know I'm a real onе, don't care 'bout your flaws I chopped the fuck off the brain, but she spoke on my name Now you know that I lick like a dog Without a gun, I'm ready to brawl Yeah, that shit in me, that's win, lose or draw [Chorus] Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli', it can fit 'bout four Just for talkin' I get paid in full Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Rob a nigga, I get paid, let's go [Verse 1] I took my contacts and turned 'em to contracts Niggas ain't solid, they need somethin' to point at Old priced drink, need me somethin' to pour in Put that shit on every time the clothes in Step on your mans, it look like erosion My brother death date got diamonds Still can't believe it, where the time at? On the way to the top, keep climbin' Don't play the middle 'cause we be the slimest Livin' straight free, yeah, crazy Talk to 'em reckless, I go buy ho Barbie They can eat fire, it got 'em prayin' Big concrete, yeah, this life, I pave it No, I wasn't born with a cape, ain't savin' Cherry red coupe and it came with shavings Her baby go loco, her baby go crazy [Refrain] Runnin' through shit, so stay out my way Gotta go buckle you up for the race Gon' put you down, you gotta stay laced Niggas be frontin' just like the display Ridin' in the Stinger like my name was Ray When it's 'bout money, that's somethin' I can't play Eat on her pussy, she cream on my face You cap like you livin', I know you ain't straight Nigga, you gotta know it just take one call I could have Chris Brown pack wall to wall Hundred round choppers, that run up a flaw Know I'm a real one, don't care 'bout your flaws I chopped the fuck off the brain, but she spoke on my name Now you know that I lick like a dog Without a gun, I'm ready to brawl Yeah, that shit in me, that's win, lose or draw [Verse 2] Baby girl, pull up, come cook for a player Won't hit it for free, yeah, I gotta pay her Most of you niggas be movin' like snails Hit that shit once, then you kiss and you tell Why you tryna lock down that girl like a jail? I'm just gon' boss up and stack like a player, I am I'm doin' two-hundred in the coupe, god damn Me and BDime switch-a-roo these scrams Niggas be flexin' for the Gram, that's scam We ain't have shit but bologna, no ham Get it and get out, get caught in no jam Livin' my life like a good ol' jam I book the spot and take her out of town Vacating, vacation, we get it down I fuck her up and then I dick her down Niggas should've graduated, they cap and gown No kizzy, yeah, no cap at sixteen I was so turnt at a hundred degrees Life is like lemons, we totin' to squeeze Yeah, the reason was Thugger I tightened my jeans Ran it up and sent my mom and retreats Back then when Keed was fuckin' on Quee Let her sister come and eat on this D Took a couple perkies, I was on freaky deeky [Refrain] Runnin' through shit, so stay out my way Gotta go buckle you up for the race Gon' put you down, you gotta stay laced Niggas be frontin' just like the display Ridin' in the Stinger like my name was Ray When it's 'bout money, that's somethin' I can't play Eat on her pussy, she cream on my face You cap like you livin', I know you ain't straight Nigga, you gotta know it just take one call I could have Chris Brown pack wall to wall Hundred round choppers, that run up a flaw Know I'm a real one, don't care 'bout your flaws I chopped the fuck off the brain, but she spoke on my name Now you know that I lick like a dog Without a gun, I'm ready to brawl Yeah, that shit in me, that's win, lose or draw [Chorus] Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Yeah, the Culli', it can fit 'bout four Just for talkin' I get paid in full Yeah, the Culli' is on skates, let's go Rob a nigga, I get paid, let's go