Wanksta Lyrics – SKIMOBANZ
Singer: SKIMOBANZ
Title: Wanksta
I told you fifty times
My n#gg#s be savage, and got them nines
Can’t f#ck with a penny it’s only dimes
Can’t make it a movie, and it is exclusive you only can see it on jumbotron
New whip transform like megatron
Inside orange, outside lemon-lime
Told that b#tch, don’t get big headed you ain’t megamind
Out here claimin’ you a g
But you really work for the unit
All that talkin’ ain’t cool, treat it like a school and show and prove it
Oh wait, i forgot we ain’t built the same
Since school you a f#ckin’ lame
Ain’t gon’ pop sh#t but always screamin gang gang
Clown #ss n#gg# we should call you tekashi
All them seeds in yo weave we should call that sh#t poppy
That’s what your b#tch call mе to
Don’t get to trippin’ lil dude
Had that boy like “damn homiе i ain’t even f#ck with you”
Imma get rich, or die tryin’ to kill yo #ss
All that wack sh#t you doin’ it ain’t gettin a pass
All that flexin’ and stuntin’ like you was really gon’ up it
Until your blood get to pumpin’ in one the machines or somethin’
Like i’m back in the 2000’s b#tch
Rock a durag with the jersey got my chain lookin’ sick
n#gg#s know that you ain’t worthy, you ain’t james in this b#tch
n#gg# know we gonna serve em like a plug with the sh#t
Cappin’ like you with the sh#t, n#gg# you a damn lie
Rattin’ on ya whole clique, like that n#gg# 6ix9ine
n#gg#s really be some snakes and i ain’t talkin’ bout the slime
Smoke em like a cone and i ain’t talkin’ bout a pine
Pass em to the homie once i hit em they some sl#tty b#tches
I won’t hit a lick, heard he a rat because his brother snitchin’
He think he a gangster doin’ laps inside the city limits
I don’t speak on nothin’ unless its money, b#tch i’m bout my business
Runnin’ up them racks like fitness
Your b#tch loves the way i glisten
I’m the realest doing this, i poke him for the silly dissin’
b#tch i’m doin’ hits i’m really movin’ like i’m cal ripken
I don’t think these m#th*rf#ck*rs want smoke, like a good christian
But f#ck it though, really ’bout the beef so homie let me know
Shootin’ like a layup trigger finger roll
And i’m movin’ stupid off the f#ckin’ dope
But we uppin’ poles
And i’m eight inches in your brother’s hoe
Not the whole thing i don’t love the hoe
Test the gang we fill em up with bullet holes
And i do this sh#t because i love the smoke
It’s a gun fight
Really we could go to war you know that all of us be steppin’ on sh#t
b#tches they love it when i’m gettin freaky, but i only do it when i’m gettin’ tips
Like f#ck a rap, when its cap
You ain’t ’bout what you spoke in none of that
I keep uppin’ choppas, f#ck with fifty, but i want a coupe hundred f#ckin’ racks
Like back it up the thottie givin’ brain now i know mathematics
Wheres ya homie? got another posted with the caption “tragic”
If he hangin out the uber, driver askin’ why we clappin’
I’m just shootin’ glockys at the opps, yeah i’m a dirty b#stard
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