Lucky me, guess I'm hangin' with a bad bitch
What you mean, I'm just chillin got my mans with me
I-K-E for the ladies with the round bits
It's just me, Kaeru and others comin for the 2차
Don't f*ck around and find yourself in trouble, man
2020 Gon' be better so keep hustlin'
1BUNNY gonna find you in the lion's den
So keep your ears open till I tell em quiet down, bitch
What a feelin, what a night
Lookin out to pick a fight
32nd for the lights
Used to walk for exercise
Now I'm walkin with the crew, pull up to your area
Nothin ever happens to you till you snort that fairy dust
1B, ill team, real shit
Pill dreams, spilled it
Will be real quick
Bitch please
Run up the east coast
Garden gnome
Party go till morning come
Wallow in my sorrows till I find my home
Yah
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
My girl asked me why I had scratch marks on my back
I told her I fought a dude using tiger style. Yes like wu tang, but, no, not as good
Getting money
Getting money
Make it rain
F*ck these bitches
F*ck a Benzo
F*ck the fame
Early morning
Got some cheddar on my brain
With this mic up in my hand
Plan to make my pockets
At the crib
With the homies
Sipping flame
Getting hit
Super smash
F*ckin' brains
Investing cash
Tryna pass through the lane
Wit a S model Tes
And my lady sitting clean
Generational wealth is what's
Generating my self esteem
Any one in my way is
Gon' get run over like RIP
Tryna make so much bread
My house finna smell like a bakery
I mix hunger and blood and sweat
Cause hard work is the recipe
(Hard work is the recipe)
Never playing
I'm staying luxury
Famous or plain lil' guy
Spitting fire
But stuck at level c
Money ain't nothing big
But to live
Yo, a couple hundred g's
Sounding bout half as good as
Just robbing the NJ lottery
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Skoolboi Krush - ILL! (feat. Kaeru) Lyrics
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Lucky me, guess I'm hangin' with a bad bitch
What you mean, I'm just chillin got my mans with me
I-K-E for the ladies with the round bits
It's just me, Kaeru and others comin for the 2차
Don't f*ck around and find yourself in trouble, man
2020 Gon' be better so keep hustlin'
1BUNNY gonna find you in the lion's den
So keep your ears open till I tell em quiet down, bitch
What a feelin, what a night
Lookin out to pick a fight
32nd for the lights
Used to walk for exercise
Now I'm walkin with the crew, pull up to your area
Nothin ever happens to you till you snort that fairy dust
1B, ill team, real shit
Pill dreams, spilled it
Will be real quick
Bitch please
Run up the east coast
Garden gnome
Party go till morning come
Wallow in my sorrows till I find my home
Yah
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
My girl asked me why I had scratch marks on my back
I told her I fought a dude using tiger style. Yes like wu tang, but, no, not as good
Getting money
Getting money
Make it rain
F*ck these bitches
F*ck a Benzo
F*ck the fame
Early morning
Got some cheddar on my brain
With this mic up in my hand
Plan to make my pockets
At the crib
With the homies
Sipping flame
Getting hit
Super smash
F*ckin' brains
Investing cash
Tryna pass through the lane
Wit a S model Tes
And my lady sitting clean
Generational wealth is what's
Generating my self esteem
Any one in my way is
Gon' get run over like RIP
Tryna make so much bread
My house finna smell like a bakery
I mix hunger and blood and sweat
Cause hard work is the recipe
(Hard work is the recipe)
Never playing
I'm staying luxury
Famous or plain lil' guy
Spitting fire
But stuck at level c
Money ain't nothing big
But to live
Yo, a couple hundred g's
Sounding bout half as good as
Just robbing the NJ lottery
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
What you mean, I'm just chillin got my mans with me
I-K-E for the ladies with the round bits
It's just me, Kaeru and others comin for the 2차
Don't f*ck around and find yourself in trouble, man
2020 Gon' be better so keep hustlin'
1BUNNY gonna find you in the lion's den
So keep your ears open till I tell em quiet down, bitch
What a feelin, what a night
Lookin out to pick a fight
32nd for the lights
Used to walk for exercise
Now I'm walkin with the crew, pull up to your area
Nothin ever happens to you till you snort that fairy dust
1B, ill team, real shit
Pill dreams, spilled it
Will be real quick
Bitch please
Run up the east coast
Garden gnome
Party go till morning come
Wallow in my sorrows till I find my home
Yah
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
My girl asked me why I had scratch marks on my back
I told her I fought a dude using tiger style. Yes like wu tang, but, no, not as good
Getting money
Getting money
Make it rain
F*ck these bitches
F*ck a Benzo
F*ck the fame
Early morning
Got some cheddar on my brain
With this mic up in my hand
Plan to make my pockets
At the crib
With the homies
Sipping flame
Getting hit
Super smash
F*ckin' brains
Investing cash
Tryna pass through the lane
Wit a S model Tes
And my lady sitting clean
Generational wealth is what's
Generating my self esteem
Any one in my way is
Gon' get run over like RIP
Tryna make so much bread
My house finna smell like a bakery
I mix hunger and blood and sweat
Cause hard work is the recipe
(Hard work is the recipe)
Never playing
I'm staying luxury
Famous or plain lil' guy
Spitting fire
But stuck at level c
Money ain't nothing big
But to live
Yo, a couple hundred g's
Sounding bout half as good as
Just robbing the NJ lottery
When it's over gone be outside (Chill)
With all my homies till we all die (Real)
For all the hunnies in the Hyundai (Kill)
For all my dreams you know it's alright (ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Bitch I'm (Ill)
Writer: Kyle Gordon, Samuel Jin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid