All of my prayers were answered
I finally landed in France
I used to dance
Now I just skeet skeet
As soon as the pager would beep
Hit up the south
I’m tryna ski ski
Hit up the south
I’m tryna skeet skeet

There’s a gun in the compartment
Close to where bro parked in
We was waiting for (step out nigga) out the apartment
Nigga had 48 grams yo my nigga ay we starving
Popping on the gram
Now that same fuck boy is gossiping

Back then the niggas I knew wouldn’t give me occasions to shine
Double shift begging the sound engineer for some studio time
Astrological bitch cheated after I hit it
The stars are aligning
Astronomical changes and suddenly y’all tryna hit up my line

All of my prayers were answered
I finally landed in France
I used to dance
Now I just skeet skeet
As soon as the pager would beep
Hit up the south
I’m tryna ski ski
Hit up the south
I’m tryna skeet skeet

Ok whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
White man calling my phone
Go Tell that cracker I took his bitch
Don’t do this shit at home bro stay alone
Or you might get killed
She said her daddy was 12 on top of the shelf
I saw a clip
Okay pay attention
All I asked for were some reparations
You can feel the tension
Rising out of my body seeing her mention
She said pops was home
He Knocked at the door
I spun off
And got I dressed up like an employee
He said hi I spoke in Wolof

All of my prayers were answered
I finally landed in France
I used to dance
Now I just skeet skeet
As soon as the pager would beep
Hit up the south
I’m tryna ski ski
Hit up the south
I’m tryna skeet skeet