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LYRICFLUENTSKYBOX Lyrics by Gunna Gunna
Below, you will find the lyrics for SKYBOX by Gunna.
Gettin' high in the skybox, I can see, yeah
Hot spot and it's plushed out, and it's lit, yeah
Screwed, chopped, hmm, Gucci socks, got 'em drippin'
Fuck the cops, we can't be stopped, just admit it
Hey hey hey (hey)
Put some diamonds in Chrome Hearts lens
Bought a new Benz, lost some more friends
Stretchin' my hands, money all in
Fuckin' her friend, break her in bed
Hundred in tens, count it in hands
Trust done got thin, keep a FN
I gotta go I gotta spend
I drove a boat, I'll drive again
Ain't got no note, I ain't got no rent
I am a GOAT, I am a man
We in the low, we smokin' dope
We keep it close, you with the folks
Give him a dose give me some throat
Lil' bitty hoe, you already know
Bitch, we the topic, just ask for the toppings
You know that they copyin' you, whoa
They cleanin' and moppin', these bitches, they hop in
I couldn't fall out with the bro
Hotter than Taki's, I like it, I cop it
Ain't nobody stoppin' the Ghost
Smoke Lodi Dodi, we sit in the lobby
We just rented out the whole floor
Gettin' high in the skybox, I can see, yeah
Hot spot and it's plushed out, and it's lit, yeah
Screwed, chopped, hmm, Gucci socks, got 'em drippin'
Fuck the cops we can't be stopped, just admit it
Paint the town and slime committed
Bloodhound mm, cold hard Crippin'
Best part we got all the vibes with it
Head start you can't catch up, so forget it
That's no cap, I'm in the 'Ghini
This really rap, this ain't a gimmick
I had to trap, now I got plenty
I'm in the castle fuckin' a genie
I popped a capsule, she wanna wrestle
I done got tackled, drunk on the Henny
Turned to a saddle, I had to handle
I'm 'bout to smack 'em both on the fanny
I put four twelves in the V12
My Benz truck startin' to rattle
She say she smell I'm doin' well
When I wanna fuck, it don't matter
Bitch, I'm a shark, I'm not a whale
Lean in my cup and my bladder
I got it on lock like I'm in jail
Soon as they buck, they gettin' splattered
I'm 'bout to drop and no, I cannot flop
Climbin' straight to the top like a ladder
Niggas play tough when they talk on the internet
But they ain't ever gon' hit 'em
I took a loss and and it made me a boss
Like now look, I'm doin' better than ever
They cause you to flop, Biscotti when I'm coughin'
I'm tryna get higher than ever
Gettin' high in the skybox, I can see, yeah
Hot spot and it's plushed out, and it's lit, yeah
Screwed, chopped, hmm, Gucci socks, got 'em drippin'
Fuck the cops we can't be stopped, just admit it
Paint the town and slime committed
Bloodhound mm, cold hard Crippin'
Best part we got all the vibes with it
Head start you can't catch up, so forget it
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