[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(MIA JAY C)
Huh
(I hear you, JAY C)
Huh

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I just made me a dub like Stephen Curry, huh
N***a played with me, drew my gun, got to wiggin' out
Broke the leg on my chop, Klay Thompson
All my opps green, so you know I Draymond 'em
I don't fuck with everybody, I'm too cool, huh
Young n***a brought the trophies out, Jordan Poole
Been in the streets for all my life, I ain't never go to school
These young n***as can't check me, how the fuck I'm 'posed to lose, huh?

[Verse 1: Prell]
Yop, we got the all the work, you can get it, pay the fee
I'm on P without my side, can't see no n***a takin' me
Call my phone, you need a P, this bitch go for twenty-three
You know he gon' die for me, you see him chuckin' up that three, yop
Bitch, I'm certified, that's damn near in every hood
From Detroit way back to Bompton, they fuck with P Gang, gang, what's good?
Bring out that chop, I feel a way, I spin a block, clean out the hood, n***a
Yop, I swear to God
Bitch, I'm one of those, you know I'm chose, you know I'm different
Don't get on the side of me, bitch, this that big engine
Yeah, don't get on the side of me, you know I been with it
Big chop on the side of me fuck up your transmission
Swear to God
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I just made me a dub like Stephen Curry, huh
N***a played with me, drew my gun, got to wiggin' out
Broke the leg on my chop, Klay Thompson
All my opps green, so you know I Draymond 'em
I don't fuck with everybody, I'm too cool, huh
Young n***a brought the trophies out, Jordan Poole
Been in the streets for all my life, I ain't never go to school
These young n***as can't check me, how the fuck I'm 'posed to lose, huh?

[Verse 2: iAmLoskii]
I got n***as locked up in that box like keep your head up
They took off on us, ain't think I'd catch 'em, so I sped up
Had to go get me a bag, I was fed up
I shot that bitch, made them come out they zone, they had to man up
I ain't have no help with none of this shit, this on my own
We fall out, we meant to, me and broke don't get along
Huh, you won't say it to my face, but diss a song
That's how it go, catch you out, you know it's on
Pull up two-door, watch me floor it
In another n***a city, I'm a tourist
This shit get ugly, so my bitch, she super gorgeous
When you gettin' to that bag, they can't ignore it, huh?

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I just made me a dub like Stephen Curry, huh
N***a played with me, drew my gun, got to wiggin' out
Broke the leg on my chop, Klay Thompson
All my opps green, so you know I Draymond 'em
I don't fuck with everybody, I'm too cool, huh
Young n***a brought the trophies out, Jordan Poole
Been in the streets for all my life, I ain't never go to school
These young n***as can't check me, how the fuck I'm 'posed to lose, huh?
[Verse 3: Allen Wolf]
Ghost, but ain't leavin' on nothin'
Lookin' through the dark, then get signed
You ain't see the signs
Mmm, tell me what you found when you find
And now it's all pressure, all pressure
Ghost, but ain't leavin' on nothin'
Runnin' for your life
Mmm, you ain't see the signs or the vibe
(Mmm, you ain't see the signs or the vibe)
(You ain't see the signs or the vibe)