[Intro: Luh Tyler]
(You aren't even a cold breeze for my man, Taz)
Yeah, n***a, ayy
Ayy, I'm finna walk this bitch, n***a
Yeah, gang

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap shit," okay, bet (Okay, bet, n***a)
Got like twenty in my fuckin' pants, sixty on my neck (On my neck, n***a)
How the fuck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check? (Ain't seen no check, n***a)
Bitch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some fuckin' bands before your ass got dressed (You ain't even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat and fuck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, n***a)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
N***a, I'm the realest in this shit, you cannot get more realer (Can't get more realer)
All these diamonds on my fuckin' chain, it might just cause a blizzard (Brr)
Got this lil' bitch fucked up 'bout the kid and I ain't even hit her (Ain't even hit her)
And all these bitches tryna have my baby like my name was Skilla

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Ski, ha
I took my baby on a ski trip, Luh Tyler (Luh Tyler)
Got people thinkin' I'm a dragon, what I say fire (Ha)
Tell all my hoes that I love 'em, but I'm a liar (I'm a liar)
Goin' through my city, stabbin' shit like I'm Michael Myers (Ayy)
N***as say they gon' kill me, okay, bet (Okay, bet)
I been tryna put a M in my jeans, these ain't Mek (These ain't Mek)
I been knockin' down the cold hoes, knockin' off the threats (Bop)
N***as notice me when I be on the Delta, so I jump on jets (Ha)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler & Skilla Baby]
N***a, please don't call my phone, it ain't 'bout cheese, don't wanna talk (Don't wanna talk, n***a)
Swear to God, you cannot name a fuckin' beat I did not walk (I did not walk)
If my n***a see they tryna get it on, he knock 'em off (He knock 'em off, n***a)
Yeah, my n***a treat 'em somethin' just like Randy, get 'em Mossed
I don't take no fuckin' orders, n***a (What? Yeah)
I don't take no fuckin' orders 'round this bitch 'cause I'm the boss (Bitch, I'm the boss)
Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these n***as lost (These n***as lost)
Ricks on my fuckin' feet, just like my last name was Ross (Gang, gang)
Money and the family, it ain't nothin' that come before that (Yeah)
I done went back to my old bitch, man, it's a throwback (It's a throwback, yeah)
You n***as let your brothers hold some, them n***as so flat (Them n***as so flat)
N***a, we be standin' on the business like it was a doormat (That shit a doormat)
N***a, we was broke, but now we ran it up, so we can't go back (We can't go back, n***a)
My brodie walked in with a dirty cup, like where the soap at? (Uh-uh)
And that boy be ready to crack a n***a head to where the yolk at
And all this shit I'm sayin' comin' off the head, I never wrote that (Ski)

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
N***as tryna steal my flow, give me my flow back (Give me my flow back)
I been chillin', I'ma still kill 'em, they don't know that (They don't know that)
I be actin' like I'm innocent, but I be on that (I be on that)
Baby keep on tryna throw that pussy at me, I don't want that, huh
These n***as barkin' on the 'net, pockets so flat (Pockets so flat)
Never see 'em with no money like those boys don't want racks (They don't want racks)
I been tryna chill on the hits, don't make me go back (Chill, chill)
Like a bad barber, I'll push a lil' n***a 'fro back (Ha)
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap shit," okay, bet (Okay, bet, n***a)
Got like twenty in my fuckin' pants, sixty on my neck (On my neck, n***a)
How the fuck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check? (Ain't seen no check, n***a)
Bitch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some fuckin' bands before your ass got dressed (You ain't even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat and fuck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, n***a, yeah)

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Ski