Randall Upshaw
Skilla Baby
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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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)
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Written by: Trevon Gardner
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