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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Lee Cherry
Songwriter
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeeChoppn
Producer
Charles W Wilson IV
Mixing Engineer
Dominique Hollins
Mixing Engineer
Evan Fulcher
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Charles Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Huh?
Nah, for real
My **** Lee, I think we got another one
Huh? **** keep playing man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty **** that's gon' to take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil ****, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my **** shake shit, just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, **** played with me, huh
When them **** got shot, I ain't say shit
E'ry day I play the hood, like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog shit, off create checks
**** say they gon' kill me, ok bet
But I ain't even bust a sweat, them boys ain't threats
That shit ain't shit, ****, watch my new kick
Left for six, through with Gary, all blue shit
My new bitch, she the one, but she too thick
I can't be doing certain shit, man, I'm too rich
You want **** out your way, you gotta move shit
We ain't goin' around ****, we go through shit
I ain't the court, we don't accept pleas, we shoot shit
I'm walking 'round, rich as fuck, on my juice shit
These rap **** eatin' dick, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and-half, both sides, Arnold Palmer (Huh)
Shoot a **** wit' a smile, I couldn't be calmer
**** think he gonna scare me, just because he holler (Aye)
A couple **** played wit' me, knowin' that they need me
Now, I'm two-million up, I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fans want to see Brown, I ain't breezy
All the bitches still wanna fuck me, and they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
Lemme see on 'em outside, they gettin' stretched on that block
If you love me, baby, put your neck on my cock
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me, and they all like static (Huh)
If that ass real, baby, lemme grab it
All my bitches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin', it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even spin shit in fashion
I love gettin' money, it make me happy
I know how to get shit done, just like my daddy (Huh)
When they hear I'm in town, them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo wit' me, them boys don't panic
West side ****, I'm a east side Don
East side adopted me, I'm with East Side Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told him, "Freeze my time"
You need to take yo' ice back, man
See mine shine, y'all got the good opps, man, see mine lyin'
What a time to be alive, **** keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap, but I keep on flyin'
**** wanna be around Skilla, he got signed
They all dick suckers, yeah, y'all dick suckers
I think I love all my hoes, right until we quit fucking, huh
Skilla, baby, in the gang, got this bitch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain, man this bitch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm finna quit cussin'
Rich as fuck, but I'm stealing in this bitch, thuggin'
My ****, we ain't gonna get nothin'
We ain't goin' around ****, we go through shit
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
**** keep playing man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty **** that's gon' to take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil ****, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my **** shake shit, just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, **** played with me, huh
When them **** got shot, I ain't say shit
Written by: Brandon Lee Cherry, Skilla Baby