Guy Richie (Sam Hurd)

[Skanky:verse 1] Guy Richie Fuck James comey Switch lanes on the game Like andretti Spit pain cause my heart heavy Ugh ran shake an bake Ricky Bobby Shouts out to my nigga pockey Got em screaming Laundromat where they sip Sake (YEA) I think these pics got me Bout to see me by my name like the 3rd rocky (ad lib) On the low he a problem like economy Latina call me papi,,,, Please Cause my niggas in the fed lobbys So look baby give me head sloppy (ad lib) When you go I don't care where you'll end prolly (probably) Mixtape copy Then clouds of dust Like the coyote I don't chase birds I just chase birds (Ad lib) Earn my weight in gold When you weigh words Bet it stick on the court Like lawyers Industry sending lasers Bitch!! you know I ain't a ball player (ad lib) But I'll Jay In ya face like a Laker Send ya To Paradise Not Jamaica (your maker) I seen parasites On my neighbors Seen bed bugs Rap alcada (Adlib) Skank Snoopy when he lay up (what!) Fuck you nicca pay up Fuck loosing my cool In the streets I'm abrasive John Madden replay us yeah (ad lib) Skank dollar on the cover Baby,,, do business with stranger's Twerk ass cause Ya Boy moving up to the majors No military But a major My brother sold girl,,, off a pager So I threw smokers,, to other dealers Guess I'm like a slave trader Bish!! This for my ancestors (ad lib) Bitch,,,,, s.t. of the 300 On this track I'm so flea I just flee on it For the low like flee markets I could get it, face clean Like he washed vomit S/o to Chris Wallace (Hook) [skanky:verse 2] Gangster,,, Better use the term loosely Feds fucks us,,,,, No Vaseline I'm a goon I don't have to peace Nahh I don't have to please skipy (Ad lib) Nahh,,,,, but I beat Ben & Jerry's Turn back,, like a backstabber Young crack bagger Fuck ya girl,, toss a gold wrapper Aye,, I do this for the ass clappers (Ad lib) An My niggas that riding low on a gangsta lean But if yo ass The boys then don't play me Might as well say you hate me Bitch niggas lock you just to stay free Like a maxi 25 to life I'm that guiding light Over iron Mike Tyson, Jackson right ugh Jordan, number one Nike's One the low,, they say he blew Vanilla ice But he walk the ocean too Don't fall inside Don't let the color gas you its just the sky You hear that beat baby Snort a base line While fools get high off the own supply I'm that dude spitting rhymes under golden eye He could flip double 0 7's 56 minus 14 See me by 42nd On a promo screen Mann My shit mean All white like Mr clean (crack) You could talk to the hand like miskeen Pussy niggas getting mad what does this mean? I'm the shit out the pamper and baby seat You air laundry, no hampers With corny speech Guy Richie Or a deity Paint a pictures and write thriller a master piece (Hook) [Skanky;verse 3] Ugh s.t. eezy be e-z I warned you flow get greasy Oil spill over these beats ugh You snitch so much Don't blame me I spit so much they won flame me New matrix glitch Or is he You popping pills on whiskey I'm popping Pushed perks for twenty White girl's, they wanna work for nothing Skanky,,,keep your team punting Black shirts and cargo's on my G's Pockets to fat for ambrocombie But skank to black for mike jefferies Got o lines Olshansky Hard or soft yo girl wanna chance me I'm Tryna eat off rap like Myer lansky Wild lyrics, hearing aid Not lyrical Feds mad Never seen this kinda criminal Look looser wanna help my enemies But you gayer,, than gorge Michaels Its getting hot in here On thermals Excuse you say we in the jungle Predator on commando Ugh on ya new c.d. I lit candles You like a man with nail Polish and sandals S.t. Known on the pan handle Money over bitches Quid pro qua In a woman stomach You a no show Niggas mad my talent Outmatching Where ya clout at Daps are not happening You could play facts With stray cats Im With rapping Tracks & Ginger snaps (Hook)