Skrrt Lyrics – Young Thug

Read the complete Skrrt Lyrics by Young Thug from the album Day Before Coachella along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

Hi-Tec, Air Forces, we wet with soldier rags
My son asked what animal on my car, I said, “A jag”
Pin-stripe jean coat, I’m richer than your dad
Went teardrop under my eye, I ain’t sad
I went maximum on the Benz coupe and the Lamb’ too
Getting cash, getting munyun, ever since Troop
Looking for her, n!gga, she gone, go send your crew
Teflon, we can keep going, we’ll crash too
We can kill, we ain’t gotta drill, I’ll flex on you
Having money, fighting in the club, see who get cash
We can line up evеry single ho, see who walk bad
Huff and cough, we see who skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, keep going, n!gga, skrrt
Go F-150 or the Dually, my n!gga, skrrt
Lamborghini, Fеrrari, Porche, which one? Skrrt
Twenty black cars, twenty red, n!gga, skrrt
Twenty blood millions, twenty dead n!ggas, skrrt
Three whips, pop wheelies, BP, the Honda Civic
You n!ggas act like b!tches, I can’t wait to come and whip ya
Can’t wait to give you a spanking and put your bag down
You grew up on the rich, I grew up in a trap
That AK got wood on it, it’s a motherfu*king chair
They done killed him with a chair, gotta get the electric chair
My daddy born pimp, I wasn’t even ‘posed to rap
I wasn’t even ‘posed to trap, I wasn’t even ‘posed to kick a door
Lit for a hundred bands, spend a double lick on a store
Talking opps? I got my man, every time, I thought you knew
Rich n!gga, I got blue bands, split it all up with my crew