Paroles de Holy

Yeah, it's Skrilla Yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's Skrilla, yeah, it's me (yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me) Yeah, it's me (yeah, it's me) Huh, huh, huh They caught Chris, took that Rollie off his wrist (damn) They caught Eli, left him stankin' on that strip (haha) We smokin Gunna in the V', bitch, this a hot-box That bitch bad, but she a whore, she got a hot box (huh?) Sheesh, walk 'em down, go walk 'em down, go put that nigga in the ground I just fell left of that four pound, sheesh (get him, get him) We in the field, go put your cleats on (get your cleats on) I need a deal, I got my heat on (heat on) I'm the chosen one (I'm the chosen one) I told my brother, We got shooters, he don't hold the gun (Put that shit down, huh?) Huh? Hangin' with a mouse (huh?) Found out where you lay your head, bitch We gon' kill the house (come here, come here) Huh? Fourty-ourty out the window with that Drac' (Ourty) When he be shootin', he don't think (Ourty) He just gon' leave a nigga stank (huh? Holy-moly) Damn, that nigga smell like bubble guts, huh? (Holy-moly) Jeffery Dahmer ain't got nothin' on us, huh? (Holy-moly) Yeah, it's me