Paper Boy Trell - No Skill (feat. Danny Montana) Lyrics

I aint got no skill
Gotta find a way to get a mill
They ain't giving out deals
Dirtbike riding big wheels
My life a thrill
Jits out here getting killed
Heads getting popped like pills
I ain't got no skill
I ain't got no skill
I aint got no skill
Gotta find a way to get a mill
They ain't giving out deals
Dirtbike riding big wheels
My life a thrill
Jits out here getting killed
Heads getting popped like pills
I ain't got no skill
I ain't got no skill
Uh
I'm trynna get in your pants
I want a check in advance
We gonna run up then bands
I'm counting it up with my mans
In the back counting backends
I'm trynna f*ck on your bestfriend
You know that we get it in
Thinking bout snatching a Benz
I'm trynna get me a check
Me and my niggas ran off with a tec
F*ck that lil nigga I'll shoot at his neck
You know that I'm gonna die bout respect
You can not f*ck with me for free
Stomach been hurting, I'm sipping on lean
Shoutout the 40 and it got a beam
We shooting missiles when we on the scene
Made for the pressure, I'm real
We gon pop him like a pill
Smoking gas for the thrill
Free my niggas in the Cola
Junkies friending for the yola
Came up from baking soda
Gas bags in the city
Slime niggas riding with me
51 with the 50
5 kings 1 nation
5 wins 0 losses
We ain't playing
We just balling
Underground like a coffin
One of the last niggas falling
Yeah
We gonna run up them bands
I been vibing, getting fans
You know I'm really man
Flexing out cuz I can
Niggas playing
Burn him up like a tan
I aint got no skill
Gotta find a way to get a mill
They ain't giving out deals
Dirtbike riding big wheels
My life a thrill
Jits out here getting killed
Niggas getting popped like pills
I ain't got no skill
I ain't got no skill
I aint got no skill
Gotta find a way to get a mill
They ain't giving out deals
Dirtbike riding big wheels
My life a thrill
Jits out here getting killed
Niggas getting popped like pills
I ain't got no skill
I ain't got no skill
Young nigga this shit real
Stomach hurt from pain pills
My momma crying bout the bills
My granny hate the way I live
Trynna cop my mom a crib
They love the way that I drip
But I ain't got no skills
No I ain't got no skills
Been rapping, ain't got a deal
I thought them young niggas' real
We was all in the field
Struggling trynna get a meal
Then I learned a couple skills
I upgraded how we live
Yeah
I upgraded how we live
Now we can finally just chill
Florida boy I bought me a grill
Never leave the house without a steel
Fed my side bitch some pills
In the ocean searching for some seals
I just keep getting these skills
In the gutter learning how I live
He was 13 when he was killed
For my nigga pour up the seal
For my young niggas I'll drill
As long as God give me will
Like Superman I'm made of steel
I f*cked her then to be still
Heart frozen baby you can feel
I ain't got no skill
Seen a jit get killed
Free YG
This shit is getting real
Free YG
This shit is getting real
I ain't got no skill
I ain't got no skill
I'm in the battlefield
Yeah
Hope he ain't got no skill
Hope he ain't got no skill
This shit is getting real
Aye
He ain't got no heart
He aint got no heart
He ain't got no heart
I ain't got no skill
This shit getting real
Some shit I can't feel
I ain't got no skill
Oh I ain't got no skill
Seen a jit get killed
He ain't got no heart
Kept it real from the start
Until it all depart