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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Vocals
Mozzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Christian Hamilton
Songwriter
Wilson Taylor Whitlock
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zai Hamilton
Producer
Whitlock Beats
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Additional Engineer
Dominique Hollins
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' **** shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
[Verse 2]
Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it
Just gotta come out a couple dollas, they gon' blitz you ****
Gun hot but my gloves on, I'm in the mitten with it
They say he a pussy, so don't kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him
They say that they on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause I been on them
Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them
Every time you see that **** Skilla, you see him and trim
Forgies on the five, baby trippin', tryin' to bend my rim
Hit man like, "Point them **** out," I'm like, "Them and them"
Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim
Every week I drop another song, that's another M
I don't see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem
If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem
I had to cop the plain presi, it's a gem
Lil' bro gettin' shots up and that boy been in the gym
Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him
[Verse 3]
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' **** shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
[Chorus]
Wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these **** hoes
Cold feet 'posed to be a stepper but he froze
Line of scrimmage, that's what we gon' push if it's a go
Jump out on them, pound upon that pussy with these poles
Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know
Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we all on dope
Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked
Crack a pint, he don't get no styro 'cause he broke
Blemishes, resume demolishing his folks
Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes?
Cuban link but I still got Frankies and the rope
I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs
G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure
Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole
Skilla with me, Motor City **** do the most
I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap from the ghost
[Chorus]
We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe
Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score
When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow
All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door
**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more
Still don't know which lil' **** shot me but he know he owe
They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo
You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show
Written by: Christian Hamilton, Timothy Patterson, Trevon Gardner, Wilson Taylor Whitlock