Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
Songwriter
Evan Huang
Songwriter
Torey Gilmer
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Tristan Jones
Songwriter
Joshua White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beats By Taz
Producer
Hozay
Producer
K6WYA
Producer
Torey Montana
Producer
Chris Smith
Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Huh
(You weren't even a cool breeze for my man, Taz)
Huh, nigga, we ain't duckin' nothin', these niggas can't fuck with us
I let niggas beat 'cause I ain't wanna fuck my money up
The way I eat these beats up, I'ma need a tummy tuck
Rich, still'll catch one of my opps out and fuck him up (okay)
Baby, we ain't tuckin' shit (uh-uh), fuck with me, I'll spend that pape' (uh-uh)
Nigga, we ain't duckin' shit (nah), we got buttons, micro Dracs (come on)
Clap shit up on Ring camera, shiesty mask, they ain't see his face
When my niggas sent that Drac', the only way we gon' catch a case
I should get a grizzly piece, I'm stuntin' like I'm Tee
Baby, take yo' clothes off, let me fuck you like I'm me
Niggas always wanna beef, but they don't wanna keep it street
Soon as niggas start gettin' shot up, they gon' talk to the police (oh, yeah, huh)
Niggas out here low-key junkies, y'all custos, not dealers (what else?)
I should go cop a wet 'em chain, these hos love me like I'm Skilla (what else?)
Bro spinnin' on shit in races, you doin' hits or is you takin' pictures? (What else?)
Niggas hatin' on me, that's crazy, nigga, I'm like you, I'm just richer
Huh, why these niggas hatin'? Tee, I'm stuntin' like I'm 'posed to
Rich for real, I could squash the beef, but I don't want to
Witnesses get smoked too, DA ain't got no proof
Still'll pull up by myself and pop you like my old dude
Used to hesitate on spendin' 20 on a Rollie
Now my new watch 350 (350), got hos like come get me (come get me)
AP with the pink face, shout-out Nicki (Minaj)
Big chain, salmon in it's mouth, bitch, I'm Tee Grizzley
We pop out and make a movie, Tyler, The Creator Louis
Bitch, give me that brain, then go back to your nigga and play stupid (uh-huh)
Money called, we racin' to it, know the trap still bangin', boomin'
My new piece got emeralds, rubies, reach for this, that Draco do it (do it)
Huh, We Eat The Most, Grizzley Gang
Catch one of my opps, get a Grizzley chain
Controversy 2 on the way, huh
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan G. Jones, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Torey Mikel Gilmer, Evan W Huang, Jose Luis Reynoso-contreras, Trevon Gardner, Tevin Blands
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