Kevin McCallister

[Intro: Lil Pino & Dirtbike LB]
Ski, ah, ski, ah, yee, yee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski

[Verse 1: Lil Pino]
Cruising in the Lamb' truck, I'm smoking on Runtz
Free all the dollar, man, just for the fun
N¡ɡɡα, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny
I'm leaning, you poured me the mud
All of these diamonds, but don't get it twisted
We still got the waps that beat out like a drum
And I still got them b¡tchєѕ that down for a n¡ɡɡα
Fμcκ with a n¡ɡɡα, tell 'em "Pull up", they come
Turn on thе kettle
Settlе the yola then I fμcκ¡ng pour
Baby, can I fly you out?
Hotel, staring at the shores
She a freak with it, kissin'
Now we fμcκ¡ng on the floor
All these designer bags and diamonds
That's ѕh¡t you ain't seen before
N¡ɡɡα, I'm high as a kite
Yeah, tie it with Jordan, I'm fly
Rollie, AP, but that's just for the time
I'm fμcκ¡ng the b¡tch but she don't seem my type
Air Force white, cocaine white
Dope boy, I was jugging with slime
She said "If you hide anything, I will find it"
I said "If you need anything, I will buy it"
41 or Gelato pie, ρορρing this Perc'
I'ma float to the sky
I told my baby to show me that ρμѕѕy
She said that she can't, she said that she shy
I told my n¡ɡɡα to roll me a Swisher
And pour me a cup of Promethazine
Deal with the Cali packs and pounds
Ain't no half, we bought the whole thing

[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
Most of my n¡ɡɡαѕ are street n¡ɡɡαѕ
Stretching those Zs
Most of my n¡ɡɡαѕ are street n¡ɡɡαѕ
Got no degree (Ya dig?)
I'm talking body bags of the brand new watch, VVs
I spent a hundred grand
Got the rest of the bricks on me
We keep on trying and trying to ride
We will not sleep 'til this n¡ɡɡα just die
Pouring a four and I'm ready to slide
Twenty-two shots, take away eight guys
How you fμcκ¡ng a ωhοrє?
She fμcκ¡ng an opp and you staying for clout
Heard you came to the block
But you n¡ɡɡαѕ are soft so you changed the route
(Changed the route, b¡tch)
Conversate with the gorillas
Conversation with the drillers (Yeah, yeah)
She ain't even know why this little n¡ɡɡα die
But she know why she miss him (Yeah, yeah)
And my b¡tch body real, real nice
And them bullets hard, real, make you feel 'em
If you're going through real hard times
That ѕh¡t gonna make you the realest
Richard Mille with the white gold ice
But the Audemars came whole skele'
I thought I was sick of this ice but
Baby girl, I Patek me
I put Prometh' in ice and baby girl
It affect me (Ya dig?)
I'm so high, I drink red
Baby, that's Actavis (Ski)
We fμcκ¡ng when you turning red
Baby, you bad for this
I say what just comes to my head
They gonna caption this
Too many drugs at the crib
She cannot capture this
No gun license over here
We stay with the savages

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I'm putting brand new blickys in dingers
Got corn for your n¡ɡɡαѕ
By the time the gang-gang pull up and shoot-shoot
You gon' fall on your n¡ɡɡα
And I'ma just pour up, p-pour up, pour up
Watch it fall on my liver
Number 29 got the whole opp block
Hot-hot in the middle of winter
I just tell the gang pull up and ski
She was a good girl, loyal girl
But I turned her arse to a freak
Serve bricks like David, serve hooks
Man, I bob and I weave
Jeep sits so high off the ground
Man, I feel like I'm riding a bus
Got the Richard Mille buss
A-Pizzy buss, get your face buss
Rockstar lifestyle, if I had a clean slate
I'd do it all again ('gain)
Never left no-one behind me, drillers
Killers they're all my friends
Hood royalty, got lawyer fees, rap presidenté
I bring my shooters on days
Fly 'em to Paris, see Mbappé
Breakfast at Tiffany's after
I bring you the booth just to hear how I feel
Exes and riches be drunk off your love
For this Perc' 'Cuz this feeling is real
Still sharpen steel still
Running 'round town with the steel
Most influential in the U.K. and
My n¡ɡɡα, we ain't took a deal