Niggas always in the comments trollin' like, "Oh, Skilla ain't in the streets
Skilla only make girl music, Skilla don't trick
Skilla do this and that" (MIA JAY C)
But who y'all know f*ckin' with Skilla?
Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla?
Five hundred thousand on a kit just to shit on niggas, Skilla?
Ayy, huh
A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag
Richer than I ever f*ckin' been, that's probably why they mad
You can catch me out the country with a bad bitch, eatin' crab
Doin' shows, still'll sell a hundred bowls, me in my Raf
My name and my credit good enough to start a tab
Made two dollars off of every bowl I sold, do the math
They wonder why I act so childish, I gotta laugh
I just wanna k-k-k-k-kill shit when I get mad
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Man, this money turn your friends to your enemies
I keep havin' nightmares of niggas killin' me
She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feelin' me
Man, my money longer than a f*ckin' centipede
When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every f*ckin' day
Niggas say they gon' kill me when they see me, yeah, okay
Got even watch yo' mans, look at what they did to Tay
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Skilla Baby - Donovan McNabb Lyrics
Skilla Baby - Donovan McNabb Lyrics
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Niggas always in the comments trollin' like, "Oh, Skilla ain't in the streets
Skilla only make girl music, Skilla don't trick
Skilla do this and that" (MIA JAY C)
But who y'all know f*ckin' with Skilla?
Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla?
Five hundred thousand on a kit just to shit on niggas, Skilla?
Ayy, huh
A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag
Richer than I ever f*ckin' been, that's probably why they mad
You can catch me out the country with a bad bitch, eatin' crab
Doin' shows, still'll sell a hundred bowls, me in my Raf
My name and my credit good enough to start a tab
Made two dollars off of every bowl I sold, do the math
They wonder why I act so childish, I gotta laugh
I just wanna k-k-k-k-kill shit when I get mad
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Man, this money turn your friends to your enemies
I keep havin' nightmares of niggas killin' me
She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feelin' me
Man, my money longer than a f*ckin' centipede
When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every f*ckin' day
Niggas say they gon' kill me when they see me, yeah, okay
Got even watch yo' mans, look at what they did to Tay
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Skilla only make girl music, Skilla don't trick
Skilla do this and that" (MIA JAY C)
But who y'all know f*ckin' with Skilla?
Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla?
Five hundred thousand on a kit just to shit on niggas, Skilla?
Ayy, huh
A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag
Richer than I ever f*ckin' been, that's probably why they mad
You can catch me out the country with a bad bitch, eatin' crab
Doin' shows, still'll sell a hundred bowls, me in my Raf
My name and my credit good enough to start a tab
Made two dollars off of every bowl I sold, do the math
They wonder why I act so childish, I gotta laugh
I just wanna k-k-k-k-kill shit when I get mad
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Man, this money turn your friends to your enemies
I keep havin' nightmares of niggas killin' me
She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feelin' me
Man, my money longer than a f*ckin' centipede
When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every f*ckin' day
Niggas say they gon' kill me when they see me, yeah, okay
Got even watch yo' mans, look at what they did to Tay
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds flyin' in, they think I'm Donavon McNabb
Writer: Trevon Gardner
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC