Skilla Baby - Baby Nuts lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Baby Nuts lyrics]
(MIA JAY C) naw, for real
(I hear you, JAY C) that's more like it
Ayy
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin'
All my bitches love me 'cause they
Ain't gotta pay for nothin'
I hеard I got one-point-five
Let mе drop a Wraith or somethin'
Ayy, I ain't done with these niggas
Was gon' starve 'em out
They ain't choose my side
I got them niggas fallin' out
Them niggas thought they was some pit's
'til we dogged 'em out
I ain't one of them pussy-ass rappers
I'll call 'em out i got real rich niggas
Real killers that on my side
I got real M's in my bank account
I am not lyin'
I'm tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
I heard they say I'm blackballed, oh my God
I heard these niggas keep dyin', oh my God
I got Mike, Mo, Poody, and Shoop on my side
I got real rich niggas
Y'all some real bitch niggas
You'll get disfigured, I'm past six figures
Have my nigga rape his sister
I'm a real sick nigga
All the opps get bullets
All the fiends get pictures
Fuck the baddest bitches
Came from rags to riches
I can't leave out the crib
Now without my pistol
A new baby AR shoot 556s
I don't know how my opps got shot
Not my business
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin'
Y'all better play with somethin' safe, nigga
Not with us
The last nigga got caught trollin'
We went and popped him up
Let that nigga keep on playin'
Pop his mama up it was bro shootin' up them
Niggas' block for us
Nigga, I ain't out here slippin'
I be Glocky'd up
When I see a cold bitch from my city
I just gotta fuck
Why you lyin', sayin' it's M's on y'all side?
Why you don't never say RIP to
Your mans? They all died
Every time I catch one
Of them niggas slippin', they get hogtied
I know Sco gon' leap on the opps
He lookin' frog-eyed
Got on the 'Gram right after
He just got shot, that's how dog died
Y'all on the 'Gram tough as hell
But we know y'all cried
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)
(I hear you, JAY C) that's more like it
Ayy
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin'
All my bitches love me 'cause they
Ain't gotta pay for nothin'
I hеard I got one-point-five
Let mе drop a Wraith or somethin'
Ayy, I ain't done with these niggas
Was gon' starve 'em out
They ain't choose my side
I got them niggas fallin' out
Them niggas thought they was some pit's
'til we dogged 'em out
I ain't one of them pussy-ass rappers
I'll call 'em out i got real rich niggas
Real killers that on my side
I got real M's in my bank account
I am not lyin'
I'm tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
I heard they say I'm blackballed, oh my God
I heard these niggas keep dyin', oh my God
I got Mike, Mo, Poody, and Shoop on my side
I got real rich niggas
Y'all some real bitch niggas
You'll get disfigured, I'm past six figures
Have my nigga rape his sister
I'm a real sick nigga
All the opps get bullets
All the fiends get pictures
Fuck the baddest bitches
Came from rags to riches
I can't leave out the crib
Now without my pistol
A new baby AR shoot 556s
I don't know how my opps got shot
Not my business
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin'
Y'all better play with somethin' safe, nigga
Not with us
The last nigga got caught trollin'
We went and popped him up
Let that nigga keep on playin'
Pop his mama up it was bro shootin' up them
Niggas' block for us
Nigga, I ain't out here slippin'
I be Glocky'd up
When I see a cold bitch from my city
I just gotta fuck
Why you lyin', sayin' it's M's on y'all side?
Why you don't never say RIP to
Your mans? They all died
Every time I catch one
Of them niggas slippin', they get hogtied
I know Sco gon' leap on the opps
He lookin' frog-eyed
Got on the 'Gram right after
He just got shot, that's how dog died
Y'all on the 'Gram tough as hell
But we know y'all cried
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin'
All this paper up
They know we been on they ass
But they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why
He just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker
He got baby nuts standin' on the business
I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day
I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram
Now they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)