Rowdy Rebel, Skilla Baby - Morant lyrics

Opps be checking on my page
Go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face
Call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist
Her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to
Shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin'
Bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot
Bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance

Big stepper, rule the land
Pink diamonds killa cam
Putting drugs on the road, pull a broad
I'm Peter Pan hit Detroit count up bands
Flip the work and feed the clan
I could whip the pot and hold
My glock without switching hands
Switch the drop, this a Mercedes
Hit your block like let's go crazy
Riding through Detroit with that old boy
They think I'm Skilla Baby
Nodding of the perk but still
Alert even though I'm lazy
Hitting up my plug like can you put
A switch on a three eighty

Opps be checking on my page
Go check on your mans
Put like 50 in his face call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist
Her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to
Shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin'
Bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot
Bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance

I pull up in coupe
My lil niggas pull up and shoot
Hop out with switch, and kill a whole group
Call dawg off the glass, throw me a oop
When I'm in New York with the rebels
These bitches treat me like Rowdy
The same bitch think you a client
Give me the neck then I'm outie
I be outside everyday
My nigga it ain't hard to find me
Bitch hop on me, Karate
These niggas be smoking on blockie
I got more money than rappers
How the fuck is a rapper gon sign me
I be in the trenches like linemen
My niggas still fighting them bodies
Me, I be fighting my demons
I fuck around tweak for no reason
Hit a opp in the head and I'm leaving
You know me, I got over not even

Opps be checking on my page
Go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face
Call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist
Her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to
Shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin'
Bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot
Bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance