[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Rich nigga vibes, get a nigga fried
Make the pape' flip two times, then it's gettin' tied
I know a bitch gon' fuck me if she look me in my eye
Young nigga, I got pull, I got real mob ties
I can get a nigga rich or get a nigga robbed
I'll level to the devil, only lookin' up to God
I don't stress, I got real street niggas on my side
Turnt young nigga, I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every nigga with me got some money and a pistol
Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other niggas' hoes, that's what I'm into
Grind like the rent due, I need a hundred M's too
I open up to God, he the only one I vent to
Neck on freezer, wrist on water
Drop a nigga like a mixtape, nigga, this Tha Carter
My old bitch thick, she look like Mrs. Parker
I know some young niggas go on hits in the Charger
He'll die for this shit, he a martyr
Young nigga, make sure the killers good, they don't charge me
Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin
Young nigga tryna hit every bitch around but Karma (Huh?)
Put the smoke in the air, the opps can't breathe
Your nigga slid, but he choked, that boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock
When I cock back, I'ma leave some O's in an opp
Wrist bust crazy, I think I froze up the watch
Better not tell your business to a nosy-ass thot
Out of town with a cold old bitch and she pretty
She from the city, waist snatched, and she thicker than saditty
See the killers, yeah, they with me
See they 'fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, I think this shit damn near a ticket
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Rich nigga vibes, get a nigga fried
Make the pape' flip two times, then it's gettin' tied
I know a bitch gon' fuck me if she look me in my eye
Young nigga, I got pull, I got real mob ties
I can get a nigga rich or get a nigga robbed
I'll level to the devil, only lookin' up to God
I don't stress, I got real street niggas on my side
Turnt young nigga, I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every nigga with me got some money and a pistol
Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other niggas' hoes, that's what I'm into
Grind like the rent due, I need a hundred M's too
I open up to God, he the only one I vent to
Neck on freezer, wrist on water
Drop a nigga like a mixtape, nigga, this Tha Carter
My old bitch thick, she look like Mrs. Parker
I know some young niggas go on hits in the Charger
He'll die for this shit, he a martyr
Young nigga, make sure the killers good, they don't charge me
Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin
Young nigga tryna hit every bitch around but Karma (Huh?)
Put the smoke in the air, the opps can't breathe
Your nigga slid, but he choked, that boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock
When I cock back, I'ma leave some O's in an opp
Wrist bust crazy, I think I froze up the watch
Better not tell your business to a nosy-ass thot
Out of town with a cold old bitch and she pretty
She from the city, waist snatched, and she thicker than saditty
See the killers, yeah, they with me
See they 'fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, I think this shit damn near a ticket
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