Favela Lyrics – Skrilla

Read the full Favela lyrics by Skrilla from the album Z along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intor]
(Spacecoupe, talk me to Pluto)
Y ay, hermano

[Chorus]
I’m riding BP V inside favelas, I don’t even got a stick (Bulletproof)
Two hundred thousand on the whip, I treat the whip just like my b!tch (Two hundred thousand)
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it rip
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it brr (Fuletazo)
I done got my racks, came in that s*it, came kinda slow
I feel like Jesus breaking bread, we at the table splitting dough
I slimed him out ’cause I was tryna see what he ’bout, but he ain’t know that slime life (Slime, slatt, same thing)

Brodie seen that Draco boom, seen limelight, god—

[Verse]
Pull up presidential, Rolex, bust down presidential
Shooters tuff and I’m a diamond in the ruff, see my potential
I can see it (I can see it)
I know that I am essential, confidential, in my mojo
Living out my Birkin bag like I’m hobo, god—
Casablanca rocket, shooter backseat with a rocket (Casablanca rocket)
He just banging on the opps in broad day, he out of pocket (Broad day)
I done got myself inside middle of the war zone, not adopted
Die me for, we die for you, it’s vice versa, we done locked it, uh (Oh my God)
We done made an oath, four of lean, we made a toast
Caught a n!gga slipping on the back block, turned him to a ghost (Turned him to a ghost)
Man, my shooter kinda throwed, tryna get him diagnosed (Oh my God)
The way he hopping out and bouncing out, that n!gga do the most (What the fu*k?)

[Chorus]
I’m riding BP V inside favelas, I don’t even got a stick (Bulletproof)
Two hundred thousand on the whip, I treat the whip just like my b!tch (Two hundred thousand)
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it rip
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it brr (Fulet— fulet— fuletazo)
I done got my racks, came in that s*it, came kinda slow
I feel like Jesus breaking bread, we at the table splitting dough (Oh my God)
I slimed him out ’cause I was tryna see what he ’bout, but he ain’t know that slime life (Slime, slatt)

Brodie seen that Draco boom, seen limelight, god— (Slime, slatt, same thing)

[Interlude]
God— uh
Y ay, hermano

[Chorus]
I’m riding BP V inside favelas, I don’t even got a stick (Bulletproof)
Two hundred thousand on the whip, I treat the whip just like my b!tch (Two hundred thousand)
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it rip
It’s fifty rounds inside this mag, it got a switch, I let it brr (Fulet— fulet— fuletazo)
I done got my racks, came in that s*it, came kinda slow
I feel like Jesus breaking bread, we at the table splitting dough
I slimed him out ’cause I was tryna see what he ’bout, but he ain’t know that slime life (Slime, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brodie seen that Draco boom, seen limelight, god— (Same thing)