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screen door - skilla baby lyrics

huh?

[verse 1]
huh, all i know is get pape’
lil’ goat ridin’ round with the big apes
tryna get my sh*t straight
wrap a n*gga up, drop him like a mixtape
bro the chef, i love the kids, i don’t whip babies
all i know is hand*in*hand, do this sh*t daily
unc’ showed me how to turn a ten to a quick eighty
i’m hungry, i’m goin’ east, let’s get a big baby
new bust down ap, brodie wrist crazy
the streets’ll turn a young n*gga to the man wanted
the beef’ll turn a whole n*gga ‘til the men want me
one thing about me, i’mma stand on it
probably made me pape’ if my hands on it
my momma know i’ll take a n*gga head off (baow)
by eighteen, i was sellin’ hard and soft
this a fact, not just a rap
n*ggas sayin’ this and that, huh
hop out the* nah, that’s a van, get ‘em tapped
i’ll let the opp n*ggas shop two, get him jacked (get him jacked)

huh?
(get him jacked)

[verse 2]
mmmm
n*ggas really can’t stand me
‘cause i don’t d*ck suck and i ain’t friendly
and i ain’t comin’ out if they ain’t payin’ me
ain’t gon’ call him ‘brother’ if he ain’t family (huh?)
when the money stop comin’, n*ggas’ll get mad
i’m the type to keep calm, jump in a different bag
hustlers don’t stop, they keep going, i was thuggin’ young
if i sign to anybody, i’m three hunnid up
i’m really tied in with gang, but i ain’t flaggin’
they’ll really pop a n*gga top, no, i ain’t cappin’
these six fours, every n*gga ain’t stackin’
i don’t dwell on no ‘l’s, act like they ain’t happen (huh?)

huh?

[outro]
they can’t f*ck with me no more
these b*tches don’t make me no pape’ (huh?)
i don’t know dawg, he ain’t my gang (huh?)
when i’m on the road, i stay in my lane (huh?)

- skilla baby lyrics

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