Skilla Baby, Kdoe - Aubrey Graham lyrics

(You cut up on this one, JAY C, The Circle)

Fuck a love song
I'm stickin' to this ghetto shit
All these chains on my neck
I look like a gold medalist
I ain't never goin' back broke, nigga
I'm forever rich baby say she love me
I ain't never even met the bitch (Ayy)
Hah, count the pape' up with my hands
I don't need a money counter
Just pass me some rubber bands
I be hittin' niggas' hoes every
Time I get a chance
Niggas be livin' on the 'Gram
Just a bunch of Peter Pans
Fah-fah, hit him, fah-fah, hit his mans
I ain't doin' no more favors
Niggas gotta hit my hand
Brought the heater to they block
I'm 'bout to give they ass a tan
He don't wanna shoot
He rubbin' his hands together like he prayin'
Niggas never beef about the money
Always 'bout a bitch
Every day I play high fashion
Bitches think I'm Roddy Ricch
Niggas always playin', try to catch his ass
Shot his bitch all we heard was, "Ahh
" when that 308 hit her
Crackhead-ass niggas takin' drugs
For no reason cock my strap, chk-chk
I'm 'bout to bring his ass some pain
Never had shit
I still slide on niggas in my chains (Skrrt)
Hop out the whip, up my banger, let it bang
Smoke a nigga, gun smoke him
Bro was smokin' mary jane
Slid him on him with the Drac'
Nigga, nothin' was the same, huh

If it's beef, you know we slidin'
I ain't got shit to say
Whip a nigga ass and throw a
Party like we Kid 'n Play (Bitch)
Bitch, we comin' back-to back like
Bullets when they ricochet
Told Skilla pass the rock
He hit me with the lookaway
Been fuckin' hoes all week
I think my dick need a break
That pussy crazy
Be feelin' like I jumped in a lake
I gotta get to that bag, but, bitch
I'm dyin' to stay
Knock the coins out that pussy
Plus I nutted on her face
Pour some 'Tron shots straight
Only thing I chase is pape'
Forgiatos sittin' up, I'm goin' fast
Get out the way
Niggas captain save a ho, sucker strugglin'
Get a cape all I think is cash money
Don't get hit with this Drac'
Pop a bean, get to killin' shit like Megatron
Slide with my white bitch
I call her Celine Dion
I been on point around this bitch like
A brand new box of crayons
Broke-ass niggas, y'all finished
Y'all some peons
Slide down the block and shit
On niggas like I'm Bron i been winnin'
My uncle gettin' the scripts
Straight out the pharm'
Gettin' bored with this shit
You can see it when I yawn
Got like sixty on my wrist
They wanna cut off my arm
Keep a check like this chess
But this far from a game
Tell a nigga take care, this
Shit'll never be the same, drrt