Skilla Baby - Randall Upshaw lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Randall Upshaw lyrics]
Crack Music Part 2 (The Circle)
Huh? Huh? (Good lookin', Juan)
Huh? Ah (Huh?)
Crack Music Part 2 (Phone bangin’ right now)
Ayy, huh?
Young nigga
I done made some grown money off a junkie
I don't treat 'em like they heads
I treat ’em like they got some money
Nigga touch my custo
I'm slidin' for him like my brother
Shavin' grams, not my mama mama
I'm choppin' up butter free my lil' cousin
He just caught a bad motherfucker
Niggas always lookin' at you like a
Lick ’cause you a sucker
How the fuck you sneak dissin’ me?
I'm ’posed to be your brother
Seen the closest niggas to me turn
To strippers for the money
Baby, I don't wan' nothin' from you
Let my nigga fuck or somethin’
All I know is if the money counter jam
Keep on thumbin' ain't no Crip, but if the
Opps send me the loc', they know I'm comin'
I'm outside every day, when they see me
They know I'm thuggin'
Tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy
I'm for real
Lil' bro don't give a fuck about no pape'
He tryna kill
They gon' have to give me seven
Figures if I sign a deal
I'm a hustlin'-ass nigga
But my homeboy rob for real
Gotta sleep with your jewelry on
Bitches tryna steal
I don't need to pop a pill to
Pop a nigga like a pill
They tryna hit lil' bro with life
I hope he get off on appeal
They caught my baby with the ice
I know he wish he took that deal
I'm in the field, mask on
Throwin' bullets like Lamar
I be high as hell and I'm fly as well
I'm a star ten mil', bullets big as hell
This bitch'll stop a car
Better stay up out my lil' nigga way
He pop that bar skilla versus state
I'm in court lookin' like a geek
Don't ever hire Randall Upshaw for your case
That nigga weak
Your real brothers is the niggas you
Can call when shit get steep
Tied in from East to West
From 50 Zone to ATB
My nigga cousin on the other side
This city shit get deep
Pray these niggas come outside, man
That shit'd make my weak
My lil' cousin fuckin' on an
Opp nigga as we speak
I accept everything come with this shit
I'm in the streets
I got a lot of dead friends
Shit be fuckin' with my head
I'm tryna stay away from beef
That shit be fuckin' up the bread
Man, I think I love this bitch
She got me cummin' off the head
Still a beast, when she text me
I'ma leave her ass on read
Don't apologize for disrespectin' me
Enough was said
Catch a nigga in his 'hood and
Show him who really got pull
Get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep
You made your bed
I can't believe they payin' me to rap
I used to serve the heads (Huh?)
Crack Music Part 2, nigga
Skilla, quit dancin', nigga, you
Make crack music, nigga, real street nigga
Huh? Crack Music Part 2, ah
(Push that shit out, Skilla)
Huh? Huh? (Good lookin', Juan)
Huh? Ah (Huh?)
Crack Music Part 2 (Phone bangin’ right now)
Ayy, huh?
Young nigga
I done made some grown money off a junkie
I don't treat 'em like they heads
I treat ’em like they got some money
Nigga touch my custo
I'm slidin' for him like my brother
Shavin' grams, not my mama mama
I'm choppin' up butter free my lil' cousin
He just caught a bad motherfucker
Niggas always lookin' at you like a
Lick ’cause you a sucker
How the fuck you sneak dissin’ me?
I'm ’posed to be your brother
Seen the closest niggas to me turn
To strippers for the money
Baby, I don't wan' nothin' from you
Let my nigga fuck or somethin’
All I know is if the money counter jam
Keep on thumbin' ain't no Crip, but if the
Opps send me the loc', they know I'm comin'
I'm outside every day, when they see me
They know I'm thuggin'
Tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy
I'm for real
Lil' bro don't give a fuck about no pape'
He tryna kill
They gon' have to give me seven
Figures if I sign a deal
I'm a hustlin'-ass nigga
But my homeboy rob for real
Gotta sleep with your jewelry on
Bitches tryna steal
I don't need to pop a pill to
Pop a nigga like a pill
They tryna hit lil' bro with life
I hope he get off on appeal
They caught my baby with the ice
I know he wish he took that deal
I'm in the field, mask on
Throwin' bullets like Lamar
I be high as hell and I'm fly as well
I'm a star ten mil', bullets big as hell
This bitch'll stop a car
Better stay up out my lil' nigga way
He pop that bar skilla versus state
I'm in court lookin' like a geek
Don't ever hire Randall Upshaw for your case
That nigga weak
Your real brothers is the niggas you
Can call when shit get steep
Tied in from East to West
From 50 Zone to ATB
My nigga cousin on the other side
This city shit get deep
Pray these niggas come outside, man
That shit'd make my weak
My lil' cousin fuckin' on an
Opp nigga as we speak
I accept everything come with this shit
I'm in the streets
I got a lot of dead friends
Shit be fuckin' with my head
I'm tryna stay away from beef
That shit be fuckin' up the bread
Man, I think I love this bitch
She got me cummin' off the head
Still a beast, when she text me
I'ma leave her ass on read
Don't apologize for disrespectin' me
Enough was said
Catch a nigga in his 'hood and
Show him who really got pull
Get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep
You made your bed
I can't believe they payin' me to rap
I used to serve the heads (Huh?)
Crack Music Part 2, nigga
Skilla, quit dancin', nigga, you
Make crack music, nigga, real street nigga
Huh? Crack Music Part 2, ah
(Push that shit out, Skilla)