[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
You be talkin' 'bout me to the n***as run with you
Then see me out and dick suck and now them boys uncomfortable
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch
Every n***a I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch
Huh?
Ayy (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Hmm

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch
I hope a bitch n***a get pistol-whipped to this shit
Every n***a I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch
Every n***a in here jack shit and take hits
My lil' n***a whack shit, he don't wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hirе Blake, jit
My lil' n***as bake shit, you bettеr send that pape', bitch

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Every n***a in here with me clique and catch bodies
If I tell 'em I don't like you, then you gettin' stretched probably
Simple math, subtract n***as, it ain't shit to solve a problem
And if you hidin' and I want you, I'm puttin' this shit on your mama
And if you wanna be around the gang, catch a body, n***a
Hop up in that striker with me, we them young n***as 'round the city
Catch him out and hit him, kill everything with him
Oh, they pissed? Have my lil' n***a sic 'em
No kizzy, every time I go slide, my lil' n***as go with me
We be huntin' shit, hop out, bustin' shit around the city
I get busy, I can't let a n***a trick me, this shit tricky
I don't want no borin' gun, I want a fully or a switchy, bitch, I'm picky
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch
I hope a bitch n***a get pistol-whipped to this shit
Every n***a I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch
Every n***a in here jack shit and take hits
My lil' n***a whack shit, he don't wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit
My lil' n***as bake shit, you better send that pape', bitch (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
Ayy, Glocks in the air, Glocks in the air (Talkin' 'bout 9s, 40s, four-fives, put them bitches in the air)
Shots at his hair, we don't send shots in the air (Bah, bah)
Chops in the air, chops in the air (AKs, Dracs, n***a, ARPs, n***a, what up?)
Try to box in this bitch and get you boxed like some squares (Bah)
Got money, but they bitches, catch 'em slippin', take that Rollie off (Give me that)
He been talkin' crazy, but he hidin', what his homie cost? (Okay)
Bitch, we from the D, we don't say taco, duck your Coney dog (Bah)
Thought he was a demon, Skilla nailed him to the holy cross (Pussy-ass)
My n***as be on street shit (Yeah), headshot, sleep quick (Yeah)
Cook up all the beef shit (Yeah), crime in the D shit (Oh, yeah)
These n***as really dumb enough to go against some millionaires (Okay)
I'm talkin' they catch you in Somerset and they gon' kill you there (Brr, huh?)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch
I hope a bitch n***a get pistol-whipped to this shit
Every n***a I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch
Every n***a in here jack shit and take hits
My lil' n***a whack shit, he don't wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit
My lil' n***as bake shit, you better send that pape', bitch
[Outro: Tee Grizzley]
Bitch, we from the D, we don't say taco, duck your Coney dog