[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(MIA JAY C)
Huh
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Ayy, huh

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Now n***as wanna flock to me, I thought they didn't rock with me (Huh)
Blackball on me for these n***as think they stoppin' me
Load my strap and slide every time I think about 'em poppin' me (Huh)
Hustle all year, these n***as think I hit the lottery (Huh)
Fah, fah, fah, that shit sound like a Glock to me (Huh)
Takin' dog body to my grave, can't get it out of me (Huh)
The opps can't stay off the 'net 'cause they not that P (Huh)
I was raised by gangsters, n***a, I'm a G (Huh)
Told 'em I'd give 'em game, just not for free (Huh)
Told them lil' n***as they can hang, just not with me (Huh)
These n***as say thеy gon' kill me, I'ma see (Huh)
The hook think they gon' flick mе, I'ma flee (Huh)
Sada told me these n***as hoes, I agree (Huh)
Really buy a n***a's mama house, that's my property (Huh)
You know me, I'm one of one, it ain't a lot of me
I'ma drop a n***a mama if that n***a think he droppin' me, huh

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Make a n***a act tough out of— hold up, huh
Make a n***a act tough out of state 'cause we blew up his street
Shoot them n***as up the street, naw, scoot them n***as up the street
Boot them n***as up the street, I'm shootin' up, they fuck with me
Skilla said these n***as don't live they raps, I said, "I must agree"
Huh, walk up on a n***a family barbecue, act like Cousin Pete
Huh, pull a blick to wake that n***a up, then put that boy to sleep
Huh, honestly, I got more than n***as that think he— huh
Honestly, we got more than n***as, think he paid
Naw, honestly, I never heard of n***as, fuck he sayin'?
Naw, honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the— oh
Honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the man
Huh, crank, I ain't worried 'bout them n***as 'cause they frail
Who gon' tell if I up the hammer on him with the nails?
Got my own cash, fuck a Cash App, fuck a Zelle
You be talkin' 'bout another n***a shit, you Ezal, fuck
Fuck his sister, tell that lil' ho, "Bye, Felicia," huh, huh
I got bricks the same color Condoleezza
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Huh, I'm tryna pay for the body with my Visa (Huh)
Ballin' with an attitude, Trevor Ariza (Huh)
Every time I seen an opp, he gettin' shot or beat up (Huh)
That pussy A-grade, but them titties D-cups (Huh)
N***as get buckeyed when they see us (Huh)
We playin' tall on everybody, let 'em team up (Huh)
Brodie blowin' on Biscotti, he got beamed up
'Fore the out-of-town n***as come here, they better brief us (Huh)
Told my baby I'ma kill him if he snitch (Huh)
Goin' crazy gettin' money, I might be rich (Huh)
I ain't got nothin' for a freak bitch (Huh)
Paid me with his friend life, thought he had a free kit, huh

[Verse 4: Sada Baby]
Tell them n***as link up, they gon' die together, huh
Birds— naw, huh (Hold up)
Lames with the same old-n***a ways tend to flock together, huh
I ain't got nothin' for a freak bitch, huh
Gun plug for the low, got the cheap switches, huh
Fucked around and missed a shot, I ain't gon' keep missin'
Naw, put a one up on his block, they gon' remix it
Be done threw a hail mary pass, fuck the defense
Huh, huh, touchdown, huh, huh, first down
Huh, you gon' catch them bullets over everybody, Megatron
Huh, every time I pick the chop up, I can't set it down
Naw, Skilla knew your mom was home because he bought the house
Naw, ever since a n***a got caught, ain't caught no n***as out
Naw, every time we tried to slide again, them n***as don't be 'round, duh