Lyrics of 'Skat (feat. Dababy)' by Tory Lanez

Okay
Okay
Okay
Yeah, yeah, okay

Wrist so wet I might drown
Bitch, don't talk, you goin' downtown (okay)
I done made 6 half for the whole week
Plug want a player then I'm goin' O.T (okay)
I just made 457 on Wok
I'll hop in that Scat and I'm bendin' your block (okay)
Nigga wanna scrap, well, then, let it go rock
My lil' nigga got it, I bet he gon' pop (okay)
I can make 10 on face no fillin'
6 dot like Krillin, I'm smokin' gorilla (okay)
Couple of my niggas just caught that nigga that was runnin' off
Dawg, I know they gon' kill him (okay)
Smokin' on killer and takin' your bitch on a trip
And we fucked on the floor of my villa (okay)
I ain't got time for two things, what?
These stupid ass hoes and they feelings, ayy (okay)
All independent, my bitches just call and they get it
They know that this ballin' authentic (okay)
Chocolate vanilla get hot so I hopped out the dealer
I copped a new car and I tint it (okay)
Won't lie, lil' bitch had a nigga down
But now that I'm out of my feelings (okay)
I'ma stack the money so tall in the crib
It be lookin' like the roof came out of my ceiling (okay)
Soon as I hop in I zoom
Scoopin' that bih like a spoon (okay)
I got this FN, it sing like that bitch is in tune
Look at his face when we walked in the room (okay)
Ayy, 35 MAC-10s
Ayy, I'll kill him he play with my back end (okay)
Fuckin' that shorty and I'm makin' her back bend
After my niggas walk in, we tagged in, ayy (okay)
Ayy, right off the bat
Shorty, she know that I'm black but I'll Doja that cat (okay)
She wear that thong I like
Them tights keep pullin' that pussy to show that it's fat (okay)
Maybach to back with the double R
Copped the new Duffle, it came with the double star (okay)
Then I put the trunk inside the front so when I'm backin' up
I still front on every one of y'all niggas (Okay), it's Tory

Hopped in the Scat, bitch, I'm back, where have you been? (Okay)
Fifty thousand dollars on my jack', goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)
Hopped in the Scat, bitch, I'm back, where have you been? (Okay)
Fifty thousand dollars on my jack', goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)

I whip wrap the Scat the same color the Lambo (wrap it)
I pull up orange and brown, they both look like Reece's (okay)
I get in that mode where I fuck niggas' ho's (mode)
And I break 'em off and send 'em back home in pieces (okay)
Got a bitch from the 6, cut her off, don't know how to suck dick (6)
Had to smack her head, like: Watch the teeth (okay)
I be givin' the Holy Ghost to ho's, they see me (ah! Oh my God!)
They get to passin' out and screamin' out: Jesus! (okay)
I'ma keep it real, I don't really fuck with police (woop)
I don't know shit, when I see 'em, I'm speechless (Shh)
I don't really wanna fuck with rap niggas, they bitches
I'd rather chill with my daughter, my nieces
Actin' like he love me, I don't need no new brothers (nope)
I don't want advice, nigga, keep it
Let a nigga touch me, I'ma have to show you somethin'
I'ma have your family talkin' to the preacher
I'm not affiliated with no gang
But my Rollie face blue, look like it's out the freezer
I'm makin' niggas' bitches say my name
She ain't know how to fuck so Baby had to teach her
Oops, I ain't mean it (oops), I put it on her face
And gave her an all-white towel so she could clean it
I'm Baby Jesus, sometimes I wear it once and give it away
Sometimes I hit the cleaners (go!)
Who wanna get knocked out?
I'ma come burn a nigga, hot sauce
I'ma hoo, knock a nigga socks off
'Bout to cop a new drop, take the top off
Should I go get the 'Vette or the double R?
My momma gon' say: Goddamn, that's another car (damn)
I got so many square feet inside of my mansion
There room in the bed for every one of y'all
Like fuck it, let's have a sleep over
Got your bitch suckin' dick, got her deep throatin'
No, we ain't doin' shows 'til Corona over
'Bout to take the trap back over, we open
I can make 50 songs 'fore the week over
Keep your bitch ass asleep if you sleep on me
Tryna figure which car I'ma drive today
Hit the gas 'til they call the police on me
Yeah, bitch, I—

Hopped in the Scat, bitch, I'm back, where have you been? (Okay)
Fifty thousand dollars on my jack', goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)
Hopped in the Scat, bitch, I'm back, where have you been? (Okay)
Fifty thousand dollars on my jack', goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)