[Intro]
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)

[Verse 1: Baby Skip]
I got my mind made, bitch, I want this shit
Stupid-ass n***as still playin', they don't want this shit
Even the government tried to help you n***as, it don't make no sense
My bitch came up with a plan, she tryna make me rich
My pops wasn't goin', you know Skip ain't gon' take no shit
Before I knew the road, all I knew was go take some shit
Then them indictments came down, do you know what a statement is?
You know I kept it solid, got it honest, bitch, I'm Big Shush
Let me hear you speakin' down on gang, you get your shit took
I ain't gotta move, you know it ain't shit to set the play
I be in the H, I just put up 30K today
Never been to MIA, but I'm thinkin' take a trip with bae
She be juggin' plays, when it touch, she headed to the bank
I have to show her how to stack the pape', hide it in the safe
Bitches love me, hard to keep these sack chasers out my face
N***as envy, I might have to get a n***a out the way
They ain't sayin' shit, they don't even know the Skip react
I know a couple trips and got a bag, I ain't no middleman
I was down my whole life, I'm finally up and now you n***as mad?
I got up off my ass, you sittin' still, you think I give a damn?
Bitch, I got more money than my followers on Instagram
Baby Skipper, I'm the biggest dripper, pulled up in the Lam'
Back and forth on flights, where you goin'? N***as think I'm tourin'
Had to throw a Cuban on my neck 'cause my kit was boring
I ain't trippin', on the road to riches, I don't know where I'm goin'
I left the studio three in the morning, my bitch think I'm whorin'
I finally got it right and bossed it up, now everything be foreign
I'm tryna run it up and get a headshot posted in the Forbes
I do it for the gang, when I pour, I drop my lines in fours
I really rap, you n***as love to mumble, bitch, I love to hustle
I got it out the mud, I came from nothin', product of the struggle
Mama ain't raise no killer, but don't push me, I'll bust you
You jumped off the porch, n***a, I jumped out of the jungle
I don't answer if it ain't 'bout no pape', n***a, I'll ho you
I 'member hoes from high school acted like they ain't even know me
Them bitches see me in the foreign, probably thought it was a stoley
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Them bitches see me in an AP and thought it was a Rollie
If you see me in the streets, don't speak, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets, I be icy as a goalie
Ever since I got out, I keep thirty thou' on me
I hit the nino for like twenty racks
My plug keep blessin' me, he like, "That n***a slap," huh? Hmm
I don't never get no sleep, I need some Benadryl (Huh?)
We be gettin' n***as hit, we be in the field (Huh?)
I ain't stingy with the pape', I'm puttin' n***as on
If it ain't FM Big Squad, skip that n***a song
I know they hate my guts, I be hittin' n***as' hoes
I'm a Westside n***a, I be chillin' in the Zone (Huh?)
My opps know I'ma get 'em tagged up, they scary
I only spent my rap checks, all that fast money buried
Mob say they want a body, throw the oop, get you Jason Terry'd
Get you smoked like a Backwood, turn you to some opp pack, huh?