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Skrilla - How Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Dre]

How you rapping like you super gangster?
Why you acting like a savage and we all know you wrote a statement?
How you acting like a player and you really raping?
How you turn into a foreign? You just living dangerous
Why these niggas telling stories? Why they living lies?
Putting shit up on they homies, lying on they guys
How you in the streets and you don't keep no heat?
How she say love me when she ain't even mean it?
How you say that you a demon? You ain't meet the reaper
How you shopping with them niggas and I got it cheaper?
How you love them niggas? You don't know them niggas?
Why you call them brothers and they ain't loyal with you?
Why you act like I can't get up with you?
How you doing all that dissing and you don't even own no pistol?
Why you talk so much? All up on the net, your police ass
Putting them people all up in our business
How you a trapper, you ain't sold a P?
How you a clapper? You not a killer, boy, you ain't put a soul to sleep
How she acting like she bougie and her coochie weak?
Let me take a sniff, bitch, that coochie stink
Why they acting like they want them problems?
Why they act like they want smoke like I won't bring that fucking ganja?
Why they act like Von ain't king and Prince Dre don dada?
If they ain't know, let them know, bitch, I'm top shotta
[Verse 2: Skrilla]

Top shooter, split your madula
Wet them up fresh out a Uber
Hit them twice like "Hallelujah"
Jesus Christ, I had to do them
I had to pull up with that "hnn, hnn, hnn"
Stay with my shooters in them sticks, you know we got loose screws
Read the news, Blues Clues
I want to see blood up on the pavement
Look Picasso way he painting
Thirty shots for let the rain in
Come here, you going to hide and I'm going to seek
Ants go marching one by one, chopper kiss face how we going to meet (muah!)
Gucci bucket hat me down, I don't wear no hand-me-down
Walk in the club, don't pat me down
Son the king, give bro the crown
Fill up the shots in that four-pound
Shh, walk in that crib, don't make a sound
I want see blood like I'm a hound
Money head, go put him down
Pop his tag, go pop it now
Pop his tag, go pop it now
Come here! Yeah, Skrilla, yeah, Skrilla, yeah it's me