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letra de b'cuz - skilla baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
ayy
naw, for real
where the f-ck swervo at?
huh?
huh

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
tryna catch him in the street and put his brains right on the curb
i’m with a hundred and fifty steppers, i’m with swerve
i know felons, i know n-ggas tellin’, i don’t say a word
man, you gangster k!ller snitchin’-ass n-ggas got your nerve, huh?
it be the softest n-ggas talkin’ crazy, blame it on the drugs
i don’t go nowhere without my guns, i got ’em in the club
let me f-ck you with my chain on, baby, i’m a thug
catch an opp on his b-day, throw him a party, mr. rugs

[verse 2: g herbo]
coolin’ with some bad sh-t, lil’ spanish b-tch gettin’ out the tub
tryna see if she can help me get ’em cheaper than the plug
if i let you run up sack with me, i did that off thе love
if i trust you walkin’ in back of me, most likely mеan you blood
and if we catch him, then he a casualty, we washin’ sh-t like dove
i asked lil’ bro how many hats he got, lil’ ass threw up a glove
i’m that n-gga, i feel like the one, labels tryna send me a dub
tryna buy a young n-gga pub’, from concrete to persian rugs
[chorus: sk!lla baby & g herbo]
tweakin’ with my n-ggas, we be spinnin’ just because
god, please forgive us, we been sinnin’ just because
we don’t need no reason, we gon’ k!ll him just because
they mad because we winnin’ and still givin’ n-ggas the flux
i fell out with my cousin, i ain’t k!ll him ’cause he blood
don’t mean i ain’t paranoid just ’cause i’m not in the hood
walked in daniel leathers, bought chinchillas just because
don’t think because i’m rich, i ain’t gon’ bl!ck you if you budge, b-tch

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
i’m still out here spendin’ sh-t and i’m way more than hood rich
i dare one of my n-ggas leave a mission with a full clip
i been tryna chill, but i still will get on some bullsh-t
i’m lethal with my bl!ck, pffft, that’s my switch
pull up on the side my opps’ whip, do ’em like john wick
you can’t be around the gang if you ain’t never shot sh-t

[verse 4: g herbo]
my hustle all muscle, so i double this sh-t like a l!ck
let’s turn one bl!ck to two bl!cks, we drop three, then go up six
i’m out of town tweakin’ with my n-ggas ’cause i remember when we wasn’t sh-t
i was a wildcard, used to go on hits, then post back up in the bricks (what up?)
like a lumberjack, got sh-t with wooden grips and couple of sticks
and don’t question me about n0body who ain’t with me, that n-gga a b-tch (on foenem)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & g herbo]
tweakin’ with my n-ggas, we be spinnin’ just because
god, please forgive us, we been sinnin’ just because
we don’t need no reason, we gon’ k!ll him just because
they mad because we winnin’ and still givin’ n-ggas the flux
i fell out with my cousin, i ain’t k!ll him ’cause he blood
don’t mean i ain’t paranoid just ’cause i’m not in the hood
walked in daniel leathers, bought chinchillas just because
don’t think because i’m rich, i ain’t gon’ bl!ck you if you budge, b-tch

- skilla baby

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