Skilla Baby - Detroit Playa lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Detroit Playa lyrics]
Huh? (Okay Jones)
Huh?
I get real money
These niggas gon' kill for me
My daddy sold dope
My auntie was a real junkie
If I want, I'll take it
ain't gon' steal nothin'
The music make the pill money
Look like deal money
I know if niggas sin for me
We gon' win somethin'
She gon' treat you like a lame
If you don't spin nothin'
Me and brother split it fifty-fifty
We gon' get money
The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach
I got a cold bitch, I got a froze wrist
That boy cannot compete with me
He ain't sold shit
A hundred-thousand dollar kit
I bought my own shit
I got 'bows in, it look likе I sold bricks
I got a fetish for fashion, Prada my shoes
If you snitch, get your rat ass blickеd
You know the rules
RIP to Nip, I got a pocket full of blues
Play with us and put niggas on the news
No kizzy i don't fake kick it with no nigga
Don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope
I turned that to a bid
A lot of niggas tough until
They gotta do a bid
Catch a nigga out and put
A bullet through his lid
All my bitches pretty, thicker than Tahiri
Huh?
Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri
I was done rappin'
My young niggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of rappers
Real street niggas only
Leave the studio at two o'clock and
Pull up to the Coney i know real tweakers
They'll run up on you for your Rollie
I provide the guns for the slide
They come with the stollie
Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call 'em strikers
Backwoods, '42, and fried chicken in my rider
Bitch snatcher, lil' boy
I'm takin' your bitch if I like her
To the mall
Buy her somethin' that you can't
Afford to buy her real city nigga
That's just how them boys raised
Add some more diamonds to my
Neck when that pressure on
All my bitches bad as fuck
I ain't hittin' regular hoes
Bitches ratted out, niggas rats
Where is pest control?
Open up a stadium when I point
The blicky at his dome
I don't like out of town
I'm only comfortable at home
If I start robbin' these outsiders
I'd be wrong i like city bitches
Out of town bitches leave me 'lone
Young nigga, I like all my hoes grown
(Okay Jones)
Huh?
I get real money
These niggas gon' kill for me
My daddy sold dope
My auntie was a real junkie
If I want, I'll take it
ain't gon' steal nothin'
The music make the pill money
Look like deal money
I know if niggas sin for me
We gon' win somethin'
She gon' treat you like a lame
If you don't spin nothin'
Me and brother split it fifty-fifty
We gon' get money
The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach
I got a cold bitch, I got a froze wrist
That boy cannot compete with me
He ain't sold shit
A hundred-thousand dollar kit
I bought my own shit
I got 'bows in, it look likе I sold bricks
I got a fetish for fashion, Prada my shoes
If you snitch, get your rat ass blickеd
You know the rules
RIP to Nip, I got a pocket full of blues
Play with us and put niggas on the news
No kizzy i don't fake kick it with no nigga
Don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope
I turned that to a bid
A lot of niggas tough until
They gotta do a bid
Catch a nigga out and put
A bullet through his lid
All my bitches pretty, thicker than Tahiri
Huh?
Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri
I was done rappin'
My young niggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of rappers
Real street niggas only
Leave the studio at two o'clock and
Pull up to the Coney i know real tweakers
They'll run up on you for your Rollie
I provide the guns for the slide
They come with the stollie
Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call 'em strikers
Backwoods, '42, and fried chicken in my rider
Bitch snatcher, lil' boy
I'm takin' your bitch if I like her
To the mall
Buy her somethin' that you can't
Afford to buy her real city nigga
That's just how them boys raised
Add some more diamonds to my
Neck when that pressure on
All my bitches bad as fuck
I ain't hittin' regular hoes
Bitches ratted out, niggas rats
Where is pest control?
Open up a stadium when I point
The blicky at his dome
I don't like out of town
I'm only comfortable at home
If I start robbin' these outsiders
I'd be wrong i like city bitches
Out of town bitches leave me 'lone
Young nigga, I like all my hoes grown
(Okay Jones)