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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Composer
Christian Isaiah Hamilton
Christian Isaiah Hamilton
Songwriter
Levin Buhtz
Levin Buhtz
Songwriter
Markcus Alindada
Markcus Alindada
Songwriter
Ryan Preston Adams
Ryan Preston Adams
Songwriter
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markcus
Markcus
Producer
Tapekid
Tapekid
Producer
Zai Hamilton
Zai Hamilton
Producer
Charles W Wilson IV
Charles W Wilson IV
Mixing Engineer
Dominique Hollins
Dominique Hollins
Mixing Engineer
Chuck
Chuck
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Markcus Alindada
Markcus Alindada
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I don't fear the opps, but I fear God, in my fear, God
Nah, for real
[Verse 1]
30 in my glizzy, I get busy
When shit sticky, where my blicky?
**** know I keep some real killers wit' me, shit get tricky
Shoot a **** tongue out his mouth, I hear he tryna lick me
Gun smoking like a chimney
We keep blowin' till it's empty
All I know is chase bands
I don't need no fake friends
These **** love to sneak diss then try to shake hands
Wanna kill me, gotta get permission, I'm a made man
Last **** played with me, **** lost like 8 friends
When I go to sleep I see evil, needles, dead people
When I go outside I see dope fiends and raid vans
**** don't play with us
We move shit like Art Van
This that top, when he try this, hit 'em with that narcan
Unc don't want no fentanyl or dog, he a hard head
Brodie still fightin' that body, I'm sick, I can't call Craig
I hear so much about myself, ****, fuck what y'all sayin'
If I kill one, I gotta kill 'em all, they all friends, ha!
[Chorus]
Black man, blue tints, I'm in a red eye
My opps didn't cherish they life, them **** dead now
**** played with me and hid, I got his mans fried
It's hard for me to sleep 'cause I keep seeing dead guys
Mommo said he want his head, I told him, "Stand by"
He was just playin' in my DM, now **** paralyzed
I don't fear the opps, but I fear God, in my fear, God
Every time them **** think I'm mad, I bet my **** slide, ha!
[Verse 2]
Young ****, play the new Benz, black on black
Never had shit, treat the 580 like a skat
Man, this rap shit, free money, I'm used to selling crack
That was back when pops stayed in midtown, I'm playin' Madden '05
**** used to be outside, take me back
New crib, new car, new ice, hate on that
My old bitch want some of this new dick, I'm straight on that
Last year, I took a L, you see I'm just now shakin' back
God, please put your hands on me for you take me
I'm a felon, still keep that yeah on me for my safety
Went broke a few times, I won't let nothing break me
Tell them opp **** suck a dick, I know they hate me, ha!
[Chorus]
Black man, blue tints, I'm in a red eye
My opps didn't cherish they life, them **** dead now
**** played with me and hid, I got his mans fried
It's hard for me to sleep 'cause I keep seeing dead guys
Mommo said he want his head, I told him, "Stand by"
He was just playin' in my DM, now **** paralyzed
I don't fear the opps, but I fear God, in my fear, God
Every time them **** think I'm mad, I bet my **** slide, ha!
[Chorus]
Every time them **** go make a post we gon' blitz they shit
This shit just that deep, still gotta spin, you know it's witnesses
Ain't with the dissin', and lil' bro got jammed, he had to flip the switch
We the ones gon' send **** to the mall to go get a picture fit
I added horses to the Trackhawk just in case I need to get away
'Fore I let them take some off my plate, I show my ID to get a tray
Make my side hoes eat each other, my main bitch, she ain't been gay
For me or my cousin, go with the opps to the family reunion, he ain't safe
Keep it solid, he don't like to brag, too smoke to fallen, fight the grass
If he hit his leg, that wasn't our work, we ain't let a **** shyst the man
Don't care none of them, lil' bruh just do it, he got a Drac' in a Nike bag
Every other day we hit the jeweler, we seen more ice then a hockey fan
[Chorus]
Black man, blue tints, I'm in a red eye
My opps didn't cherish they life, them **** dead now
**** played with me and hid, I got his mans fried
It's hard for me to sleep 'cause I keep seeing dead guys
Mommo said he want his head, I told him, "Stand by"
He was just playin' in my DM, now **** paralyzed
I don't fear the opps, but I fear God, in my fear, God
Every time them **** think I'm mad, I bet my **** slide, ha!
Written by: Christian Isaiah Hamilton, Levin Buhtz, Markcus Alindada, Ryan Preston Adams, Skilla Baby
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