Skerr - Gucci Mane, Migos, Young Dolph

I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud

I got on 9 diamond chains in the booth right now

They call me spending stupid, no roof it

Shawty with that gold toothes

Old Gucci, new Gucci, make you upgrade your booty

Whipping up that hooty and the blowfish, I’m getting to it

Chain cost a brick, and a brick all these red rubies

If he bigger go pick up a stick with a 50 clip

And I ain’t 50 cent, get you killed for like 50 packs

She assuming so she bet her ass on her fucking self

I produce, consume a lot of cash by my fucking self

All that bush that me and scooter flip, we need a fucking belt

They think I’m bring me a melt back, all this fucking L

Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot

I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope

I’m selling the bricks, re-rock

Skerr Skerr Skerr, Goddamn I broke the pot

I’m trapping and rapping and cooking the dope

I’m selling the bricks, re-rock

Skerr

Gone

Nah that ain’t me, nigga that’s Gucci scraping the pot

I’m in the other room stacking up pounds of stinking pot

40 bands on me in this booth right now

50 pints, sold em in 30 minutes, soon as they touched down

Pull up smoking cookies, sipping syrup

Been a big timer in my city, I got work

They talk about big money shit, but nigga I do that

You want a pint from me nigga that’s gon cost you two stacks

Thinking bout buying another whip so I took a trip

To go and see my plug, nigga first things first

Got back, told my home boy don’t be surprised when he see me pull up at the

block in that vert