Skilla Baby
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Ha
Ha
Nah, for real
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
Ha
MIA JAY C

Wrist bust crazy, man, I be shinin’ like a light
Fa-fa, grrah-da-da, I’m too fuckin’ rich to fight
Catch my opps at the light in all black like Dark Knight
Bitches used to hold me, I ain’t have no money, shit was tight
When they flip me, I ain’t really trippin’ ’cause I know my rights
I be flyer than a kite, Givenchy, Mike Amiri ice
Word on the street, these niggas on my ass, yeah, aight
I ain’t never ducked smoke, I been thuggin’ my whole life
I be goin’ through it but I keep it movin’, I’m aight
Hutch and Gary got me right, man, I’m lit up like a light
Rule number one, don’t buy it once if you can’t buy it twice
When these niggas see me, they gon’ fight or flight ’cause it’s on sight
I be wrappin’ bows, put ’em in a box and on a flight
Wrappin’ bows got me ballin’ like I’m Mike, I gamble my life
Every day I wake up is like I’m rollin’ dice
I jump on the flight, get the money, then jump on a flight
Ice bows, top five, them killers on my side
Another one of them niggas done died, oh, my god
Pistol whip a nigga with my blick and leave him cockeyed
Put a ten on him, it ain’t shit to get an opp fried

The bag in I’m in, I know niggas can not fuck with me
The bag I’m in, I make theses niggas uncomfortable
The bag I’m in, I might put a nigga in a trunk
The bag I’m in, I make fifty thousand every month
The bag I’m in, win after win, can’t be everywhere at once, I wish I had a twin
The bag I’m in, ten after ten, ’cause we keep them chickens in like Big Meech and Tee Flen’
This bag I’m in, this one really personal
This bag I’m in, man, with this bitch in surgical
This bag I’m in, I don’t need no friends, thank God for my ends, my Benz, my Benz

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Lately I been ridin’ ’round with all goblins
Them boys tryna catch my opps outside and rob ’em
When they see me, better hope I ain’t got fye ’cause I’ma pop ’em
Go up top like Obi Toppin, Mike Wazowski, I’m a monster
I grew up like Junior Healy, I’m a problem
All head shots, I’m tryna hit him in his noggin’
Even when he’s snorin’, I be tryna slide like a toboggan
Rich as fuck, still eatin’ Top Ramen, ha

The bag in I’m in, I know niggas can not fuck with me
The bag I’m in, I make theses niggas uncomfortable
The bag I’m in, I might put a nigga in a trunk
The bag I’m in, I make fifty thousand every month
The bag I’m in, win after win, can’t be everywhere at once, I wish I had a twin
The bag I’m in, ten after ten, ’cause we keep them chickens in like Big Meech and Tee Flen’
This bag I’m in, this one really personal
This bag I’m in, man, with this bitch in surgical
This bag I’m in, I don’t need no friends, thank God for my ends, my Benz, my Benz

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