SKELETON Songtext
von BLCKK

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uhh

I just bought the motherfuckin′ whip, I hit civilian (yeah)
I just had a dream about a couple hundred million (yeah)
Tell me what that issue is again, I wasn't listening (yeah)
Way you motherfuckers wanna act, fucking sickening

Bitch, I am a problem (hah)
You couldn′t avoid me and I'm the one employ me (yeah)
Said fuck it, I think I got him
Fresher than a motherfucking, wait a minute, hold up
I'ma take two steps, motherfucker, fall back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me outside ′bout it, bet it′s all black (bet it's all black)
Drop a fucking mixtape, ship it with the crack (ship it wit the)
Broke for a minute ′til they email me a rack, uh (ha-ha-ha)


Every city, I'm a problem (ah)
Blacking in and out, I′m at the bar with a bitch I just met
And I'm skipping my set
Next morning, they coming at my neck
Said I′m fucking up a check (yeah)
Whipping 150 inside a 15 (yeah, yeah)
I been breaking these bitches since I was 16 (woah)
Said he prolly seen better, whatever that mean (woah)
Her new man wanna see me with a jury 'bout it (woah)

I been thinkin' ′bout killing him, wasn′t sure about it
And I could hit that shit again
But what I get up out it? (Yeah, yeah)
She tellin' everybody ′bout it, I don't blame her
She don′t know a thing about me now, I ain't the same, uh

Yeah, cut the check
Cut the check motherfucker cut the check
I been killing shit since I was 17 on this mac
I′m a fiend for these racks like it was a bag of crack
Fans always wanna know when new shit is dropping
Spider gang the greatest yeah this shit is never stopping
I been making music for the art never the profit
Fuck all your enemies and pray they never profit

Both hands stuck to a stick like a prophet
Both hands rubber gloves on no cotton
Both eyes on me you better take caution
Smoking so much marijuana I feel like a martian, bitch


I'm josh but I ain't joshing
You ain′t doing shit with all that motherfucking talking
All the cameras flashing the second that I walk in
Through the window of my car I can see you walking

Plotting, sitting with my fingers interlocking
How I′ma fuck your mom and put you up for adoption bitch
Your songs got me yawning
Every show I do I get the whole crowd applauding bitch
And when you speaking stop pausing
It sound like you stalling
You are appalling bitch
And when you running stop jogging
Before I pull up on you and take all of your belongings, bitch