[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
If I'm on yo' ass, I'm on yo' ass, fuck who you know
Only the family can play wit' me, I tweak like Doodie Lo
When this shit be on the floor, they know I'ma shoot, for sure (Fah)
When I find out 'bout they hideout, niggas better move they lo' (Huh)
They can't run when we shoot, boy, I pop out wit' a smirk
Man, that lil' nigga Skilla stay wit' bands like Lil Durk (Yee)
When we pop out wit' them switches, we put niggas on a shirt
Them ten mill' bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk (Huh)
Call my .45 dirty, bitch, we gettin' niggas burnt
We be spinnin' like a CD, go back, we tryna repeat
The killas know it mean pull up, I'm out herе yellin', "Skee-yee" (Huh)
When I yell, "Yee-yee," thеm boys know to rob somethin'
[Verse 2: Rob49]
That lil' ten bag wasn't enough, we puttin' a hundred on lil' son
I can't say too much on whacks, they know we slump shit where I'm from
Want him dead? Yeah, fuck him, we don't care 'bout who he know
7.62s leave a fuckboy bald-head like Doodie Lo
Fuck wit' Skilla, that's my nigga, if I catch dude, I'ma kill him
Vulture in that Trailblazer shootin' shit like Dame Lillard
I'm that one that pressed dude, lotta said that he ain't in it
I been in my feelings lately, I keep takin' painkillers (Hoo)
I ain't ever like them niggas, no, I'm tryna tell you, huh
Stop wit' all that sneak-ass smoke and we inhale it, nigga
I know niggas who snaked out they dog, and I don't feel it
All I want is cuz' in this car 'cause he a killa, huh
Woke up and just like dank, huh
Crack house always stank, huh
Potion look like paint, huh
Codeine look like paint, nigga
49, he got rank, huh, I could pull some strings in here
Real dog nigga, big 49 done fucked some famous bitches
If I'm on yo' ass, I'm on yo' ass, fuck who you know
Only the family can play wit' me, I tweak like Doodie Lo
When this shit be on the floor, they know I'ma shoot, for sure (Fah)
When I find out 'bout they hideout, niggas better move they lo' (Huh)
They can't run when we shoot, boy, I pop out wit' a smirk
Man, that lil' nigga Skilla stay wit' bands like Lil Durk (Yee)
When we pop out wit' them switches, we put niggas on a shirt
Them ten mill' bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk (Huh)
Call my .45 dirty, bitch, we gettin' niggas burnt
We be spinnin' like a CD, go back, we tryna repeat
The killas know it mean pull up, I'm out herе yellin', "Skee-yee" (Huh)
When I yell, "Yee-yee," thеm boys know to rob somethin'
[Verse 2: Rob49]
That lil' ten bag wasn't enough, we puttin' a hundred on lil' son
I can't say too much on whacks, they know we slump shit where I'm from
Want him dead? Yeah, fuck him, we don't care 'bout who he know
7.62s leave a fuckboy bald-head like Doodie Lo
Fuck wit' Skilla, that's my nigga, if I catch dude, I'ma kill him
Vulture in that Trailblazer shootin' shit like Dame Lillard
I'm that one that pressed dude, lotta said that he ain't in it
I been in my feelings lately, I keep takin' painkillers (Hoo)
I ain't ever like them niggas, no, I'm tryna tell you, huh
Stop wit' all that sneak-ass smoke and we inhale it, nigga
I know niggas who snaked out they dog, and I don't feel it
All I want is cuz' in this car 'cause he a killa, huh
Woke up and just like dank, huh
Crack house always stank, huh
Potion look like paint, huh
Codeine look like paint, nigga
49, he got rank, huh, I could pull some strings in here
Real dog nigga, big 49 done fucked some famous bitches
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