Smack Sh*t Doe Boy & Skilla Baby

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Yee
Nah, for real
Huh (Huh)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Keep my blicky for when shit get sticky
My bitch not no pick-me (Fah)
If she with me, she don't want you 'less she know you run your city (Nah, for real)
If you wanna hit her, hit me
She see me, I'm P like Diddy (Yee)
Even if she picky, she gon' probably pick me, bitch, I'm litty (Bitch, I'm litty)
Carti, Marni, new Givenchy (Richie)
Patek, presi', Richard Millie (Millie)
He say he gon' kill me? I pull up with switchy, oh, really?
Spin, spin 'til I'm dizzy
Pew-pew-pew, then up my semi
Bah, bah, hit him, get him (Bah)
Oh, that's them? Let's get busy (Huh, yeah)
Bro play with that pity, he get dizzy tryna work that rizzy (Yee)
Nigga, I play with crizzy, work my wristy whеn I cook that Whitney (Yee)
If I shoot and miss him, double back, like, "Hеy, guys, did you miss me?" (Hey, guys)
Let me see an opp, I get to trippin', spear his ass like Britney (Huh)
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (Get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (Oh, really?)
I pull up and bake him with that Drakey, I'm a Drizzy fan (Huh)
Hit his dome with my mitt on, I'm from Michigan (Huh)