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