original text at mamqa.com/ulyricsnew/since99-phase-2-146384
〈intro〉Dante
Skoozi
〈chorus〉If you want that beef we serve him a platter
Then i'ma go fry him and dip him in batter
Smoking on leaf i'm flying to saturn
I'm rolling a fronto i'm making it fatter
Strap on a ray gun i'ma turn you to matter
Sipping on tech i feel it in my bladder
I call him tourette's he in love with that chatter
Slick with my words like a cat in the hatter
Laying 'em down like a mat
Stuck like a tat
I got these bitches on tap
I barely even do rap
But when i do, they put it right on the map
They put it right on the map
Sippin' on syrup and smoking on sap
Feeling like uzi that bitch is a rat
Pourin' up purple i'm sippin' on act'
〈verse 1〉Keep it like urkel i'm pourin' up purple
I be fried as hell when i pull up to class
Hoppin' on the i-94 off the drank then i might just go fuck around and maybe crash
If you want smoke, then i might pull up on 'em with that poké ball just like i'm ash
He gonna choke, we 'bout to throw him a pass and he ain't even gonna go catch
Feeling like dash i'll be there in a flash
Smoking deciduous forest i'm smoking on hash
Feel like jimmy gotta blast
You smoking on sore and you know that i'm smoking on gas
〈verse 2〉Bitch i'll be there in a minute, maybe a second
I remember all them days like eleven
You switching sides you been looking live kevin
Breaking ties at the 7-eleven
Feeling like doo-wop, i got that gucci bandana
Yuh
I hop in your store i hop in your store i feel like i'm john gabbana
I'm pourin' a four i'm pourin' a four i mix it right up with the fanta
Ain't going on tour, ain't going on tour, i still haven't been to atlanta
Been on the court hasheem thabeet
Poppin' a pill i do not sleep
Bitch i'm the goat, you just a sheep
Pussy boy, you gotta read it and weep
Your bitch is online and she's selling her feet
I'm smoking exotic you smoking on cheap
Bitch you been knowing i'm playing for keeps
Pull off in that benz i feel like i'm pete
〈chorus〉If you want that beef we serve him a platter
Then i'ma go fry him and dip him in batter
Smoking on leaf i'm flying to saturn
I'm rolling a fronto i'm making it fatter
Strap on a ray gun i'ma turn you to matter
Sipping on tech i feel it in my bladder
I call him tourette's he in love with that chatter
Slick with my words like a cat in the hatter
Laying 'em down like a mat
Stuck like a tat
I got these bitches on tap
I barely even do rap
But when i do, they put it right on the map
They put it right on the map
Sippin' on syrup and smoking on sap
Feeling like uzi that bitch is a rat
Pourin' up purple i'm sippin' on act'
