Skilla Baby - 3G lyrics

Say something, you might make the tape, ma
Shit, now who wanna make no tape, boy?
Yeah, keep the, keep recording this
Happy birthday thank you
It's my mama birthday and she made the
Front of the song on the tape, you feel me?
Detroit raised my son

They like, "Skilla
What you doin' in the hood? This shit hot"
Tryna scoop me a mil', real spill
I can't stop if you ain't sellin' work
Please don't chill in the spot
I'm good, I'm a boss, I just deal with a lot
Could sign a deal, but I'm not
I'll kill me a cracker tryna
Play with my life
I'd rather hang with caldos
They gon' give me every crop
Think I'm playin'? No, I'm not
Niggas playin', gettin' shot the block dead
But I'm still gettin' money from a rockhead
These petty niggas makin' crumbs
That is not bread my lil' nigga ain't done
'til they chop dreads
Better lay down and play dead if he not dead
In the bed with a stallion, she not Meg
Ridin' down Collins in a drophead
These young niggas gon' listen to what I said
I had to stop playin' my people need me
Put a fifty on a nigga head if need be
I told the city I was next
They ain't believe me
When it come to metaphors, I'm Lil Weezy
I got a hundred-fifty 'bows
At my auntie house
I tuck the AR pistol in my mama couch
I give the plug every slug 'til my tab paid
I put a rubber band around every Band-Aid
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
I love the hustle
Niggas actin' like they hate the money
I can make three G's easy, that's baby money
Fuck a crypto
Bring me my cheese in paper money
Tell my young niggas bring clippers
They gon' taper somethin'
'Fore I let a nigga tax me
I'ma take it from him
I blow all the 'bow money
Save all the label money
I had to cut a lot of bitches off
They be messy
I don't fuck with my family 'cause they petty
My uncle still sinnin', he a reverend
My homegirl work at Legend, she a legend
First time I seen a nigga get ate
I was seven unc' was the dope man
He kept clay like Stephen
I always got in trouble
Never learned my lesson
Wanna impress me, get money
That's impressive
I put insurance on the dope
That's Progressive
Baby say she love me, I don't believe her
I need a bitch that get money like Lena
My FN'll make 'em go to sleep like an indica
Good work wake the fiends up like sativa
They keep tellin' me a Perc'll keep me up
Huh?