D-Block Europe & Lil Pino – Kevin McCallister Lyrics

Ski, ah, ski, ah, yee, yee
Yeah, yeah
(What’s his name?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski

Cruisin’ in the Lamb’ truck, I’m smokin’ on Runtz
Three-hundred dollar, man, just for the fun
Nigga, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny
I’m leanin’, 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 bitches that down for a nigga
Fuck with a nigga, tell ’em pull up, they come
Turn on the kettle, sold the yola, then I fuckin’ pour
Baby, can I fly you out? Hotel, starin’ at the shores
She a freak with it, kissin’, now we fuckin’ on the floor
All these designer bags and diamonds, that shit you ain’t seen before
Nigga, 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 fuckin’ the bitch but she don’t seem my type
Air Force white, cocaine white
Dope boy, I was juggin’ with slime
She said, “If you hide anythin’, I will find it”
I said, “If you need anythin’, I will buy it”
41 or Gelato Pie, poppin’ this Perc’, I’ma float to the sky
I told my baby to show me that pussy
She said that she can’t, she said that she shy
I told my nigga 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 (yeah)
Most of my niggas are street niggas, stretchin’ those Z’s
Most of my niggas are street niggas, got no degree (ya dig?)
I’m talkin’ body bags of the brand new watch VV’s
I spent a hundred grand, got the rest of the bricks on me
We keep on tryin’ and tryin’ to ride
We went OZ ’til this nigga just die
Pourin’ a four and I’m ready to slide
Twenty-two shots, take away eight guys
How you fuckin’ a whore?
She fuck on a opp and you stayin’ for clout
Heard you came to the block
But you niggas are soft so you changed the route (changed the route, bitch)
Conversate with the gorillas, conversation with the drillers (yeah, yeah)
She ain’t even know why this little nigga die but she know why she miss him (yeah, yeah)
And my bitch body real, real nice and them bullets hard, real, make you feel ’em (brrt)
If you’re goin’ through real hard times, that shit gonna make you the realest
Richard Mille with the white, gold
I just bought an Audemar came whole skele’ (ski)
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 fuckin’ when you turnin’ red, baby, you bad for this
I say what just comes to my head, they gonna caption this (yee)
Too many drugs at the crib, she cannot capture this (ski, ski, ski, ski)
No gun license over here, we stay with the savages
I’m puttin’ brand new blickys in dingers, got corn for your niggas
By the time the gang gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon’ fall on your nigga
And I’ma just pour up, p-pour up, pour up, watch it fall on my leather
Number 29 got the whole opp block hot-hot in the middle of winter (ski, ski, ski)
I just tell the gang, “Pull up and ski”
She was a good girl, lawyer girl, but I turned her arse to a freak (yeah)
Serve bricks like David, serve hoax, man I’m bobbin’ that weed (ya dig?)
Jeep sit so high off the ground, man, I feel like I’m ridin’ a bus
Got the Richard Mille buss, A-Pizzy buss, get your face bussed
Rockstar lifestyle, if I had a clean slate, I’d do it all again (‘gain)
Never left no one behind me, drillers, killers there and all my friends (ski, ski)
Hood royalty, got lawyer fees, rap Presidente
I bring my shooters on days, fly ’em to Paris, see Mbappe
Breakfast at Tiffanys after, I bring you the booth just to hear how I feel (yeah)
Exes and riches be drunk off your love for this Perc ’cause this feelin’ is real (ya dig?)
Still sharpen steel (ya dig?), Still runnin’ ’round town with the steel (ya dig?)
Most influential in the U.K. And my nigga, we ain’t took a deal