SKAOLIN by Klai999 Lyrics
I’m getting lit on my shoes
Care bout the day ones the gang
You ain’t gon fit on me laces so fast
Bitch you been on bench when I running the race
Now boy you oppin like you won the game
Fuck out face before I beat out yo ass
You still the same bitch talking shit on tweets
His ass getting beat and he sick for the weeks
Jumping yo ass like a period on schedule
So often we even had a Pre Ritual
Yo story forecasting on the booth like a special
I see em laughing on the visual
I did a yeah I did a yeah
End of the chapter now we outta pages
Pages to write down the hustle we making to be on a stages straight outta this basement
Basement I did me studio
While you getting to drama to Make it out
Ion need Fake clout fake love
I would die for respect ain’t a sell out
Hoes on the judgy they date my accountant
You wish on my downfall but you ain’t Aladdin
They gangster with shooters but bet you can’t fight me
Flip up a death kick pop you with karate
I be working on my drills but I ain’t a miss I do shoot like Lamelo
I got the moves like Jackson on shoes Try to test me with a ruler
All these bitches texting how is yo ankle cuz they wanna sign for my bankroll
Ain’t no ass Santa to waste all my assets on Bitches who came for deposits
Kyle da baby we ganging on stages we stupid on microphones Vision for figures to cheese to our plates We flying to Malibu
But thing is we doing
But you be still hating
Our faces you making me money
By making my famous
I pay you bitch now she on my dick
Now she on my mansions but all cuz you hated
Bitch I be clagin the shit from The first age
Fuck all the opposition ain’t in my page
The god ain’t the meaning you all saying
I gotta shut fuck up cuz of the false blames
Care bout the day ones the gang
You ain’t gon fit on me laces so fast
Bitch you been on bench when I running the race
Now boy you oppin like you won the game
Fuck out face before I beat out yo ass
You still the same bitch talking shit on tweets
His ass getting beat and he sick for the weeks
Jumping yo ass like a period on schedule
So often we even had a Pre Ritual
Yo story forecasting on the booth like a special
I see em laughing on the visual
I did a yeah I did a yeah
End of the chapter now we outta pages
Pages to write down the hustle we making to be on a stages straight outta this basement
Basement I did me studio
While you getting to drama to Make it out
Ion need Fake clout fake love
I would die for respect ain’t a sell out
Hoes on the judgy they date my accountant
You wish on my downfall but you ain’t Aladdin
They gangster with shooters but bet you can’t fight me
Flip up a death kick pop you with karate
I be working on my drills but I ain’t a miss I do shoot like Lamelo
I got the moves like Jackson on shoes Try to test me with a ruler
All these bitches texting how is yo ankle cuz they wanna sign for my bankroll
Ain’t no ass Santa to waste all my assets on Bitches who came for deposits
Kyle da baby we ganging on stages we stupid on microphones Vision for figures to cheese to our plates We flying to Malibu
But thing is we doing
But you be still hating
Our faces you making me money
By making my famous
I pay you bitch now she on my dick
Now she on my mansions but all cuz you hated
Bitch I be clagin the shit from The first age
Fuck all the opposition ain’t in my page
The god ain’t the meaning you all saying
I gotta shut fuck up cuz of the false blames