Skilla Baby - Tiger Unit lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Tiger Unit lyrics]
Huh? (Huh?)
Naw for real, though (Naw for real)
I heard niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me ayy, hmm
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets
Keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body
Just don't come to me
Gave my nigga a few racks
But he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him
'cause he'll do that shit for me i'm a beast
We controlled shit on the
Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit
Doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet
This shit get deep, i'm losin' sleep
Niggas dyin'
But niggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How thе fuck I'm gon' tell brodie
Stop? You know reapеrs gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin'
His gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me
I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-IG until we D-IE
My nigga'll kill my opps for
Free just because it's me
You know me, I feed the streets
When I see him, put him on a tee
Then go beat a beat
You won't catch no lame bitches with me
She gotta be a freak huh, ayy
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
You ever wanted niggas dead so bad
You ain't want it for free?
Man, you wanna pay your cheese, you
Tired of hearin' niggas breathe, huh?
Man, the internet make niggas
Think they tough
Every time I hear about a nigga dyin'
I get a rush i love goin' on them drills
I love hearin' my gun bust
Fah-fah-fah, them niggas goin', "Ahh
" that shit tough, huh?
They gave me a million dollars
I'm still doin' hoodrat shit
Don't ask me about no shows
I don't even book my shit
I done been shot, seen niggas get dropped
That's why I look like this
Brodie called, he say he seen
An opp, I'm like, "Cook that bitch"
Hmm, ayy niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
I probably done came out like two hundred
This murder shit ain't free
A nigga might as well off hisself
He think he murkin' me
Niggas playin' with me on the 'Gram
They think they hurtin' me
Make a nigga burn the Westside down
While I'm killin' on the East
I heard an opp just got shot
The Bloods'll call him BP
I wonder why these niggas' friends always
Bug-eye when they see me?
I heard it's cheese on his head
Why he ain't dead yet?
Shootin' dice, I gamble my life
I'm with Redman
Stop shootin' them niggas in they legs
We want head taps
Oh, they bein' rappers? They go out
Of town where they friends at
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets
Keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body
Just don't come to me
Gave my nigga a few racks
But he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him
'cause he'll do that shit for me i'm a beast
We controlled shit on the
Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit
Doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet
This shit get deep, i'm losin' sleep
Niggas dyin'
But niggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the fuck I'm gon' tell brodie
Stop? You know reapers gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin'
His gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me
I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-IG until we D-IE
Naw for real, though (Naw for real)
I heard niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me ayy, hmm
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets
Keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body
Just don't come to me
Gave my nigga a few racks
But he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him
'cause he'll do that shit for me i'm a beast
We controlled shit on the
Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit
Doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet
This shit get deep, i'm losin' sleep
Niggas dyin'
But niggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How thе fuck I'm gon' tell brodie
Stop? You know reapеrs gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin'
His gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me
I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-IG until we D-IE
My nigga'll kill my opps for
Free just because it's me
You know me, I feed the streets
When I see him, put him on a tee
Then go beat a beat
You won't catch no lame bitches with me
She gotta be a freak huh, ayy
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
You ever wanted niggas dead so bad
You ain't want it for free?
Man, you wanna pay your cheese, you
Tired of hearin' niggas breathe, huh?
Man, the internet make niggas
Think they tough
Every time I hear about a nigga dyin'
I get a rush i love goin' on them drills
I love hearin' my gun bust
Fah-fah-fah, them niggas goin', "Ahh
" that shit tough, huh?
They gave me a million dollars
I'm still doin' hoodrat shit
Don't ask me about no shows
I don't even book my shit
I done been shot, seen niggas get dropped
That's why I look like this
Brodie called, he say he seen
An opp, I'm like, "Cook that bitch"
Hmm, ayy niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
I probably done came out like two hundred
This murder shit ain't free
A nigga might as well off hisself
He think he murkin' me
Niggas playin' with me on the 'Gram
They think they hurtin' me
Make a nigga burn the Westside down
While I'm killin' on the East
I heard an opp just got shot
The Bloods'll call him BP
I wonder why these niggas' friends always
Bug-eye when they see me?
I heard it's cheese on his head
Why he ain't dead yet?
Shootin' dice, I gamble my life
I'm with Redman
Stop shootin' them niggas in they legs
We want head taps
Oh, they bein' rappers? They go out
Of town where they friends at
Niggas dyin' on the Westside
They sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets
Keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body
Just don't come to me
Gave my nigga a few racks
But he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him
'cause he'll do that shit for me i'm a beast
We controlled shit on the
Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit
Doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet
This shit get deep, i'm losin' sleep
Niggas dyin'
But niggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the fuck I'm gon' tell brodie
Stop? You know reapers gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin'
His gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me
I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-IG until we D-IE