a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

took a pic - skilla baby lyrics

[intro]
(neil goin’ nonstop)
(samba beats)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? took a picture on they block
‘gain, pew*pew*pew*pew*pew, a lil’ n*gga got shot, huh
i don’t want no problems with you, just don’t be an opp
i ain’t pull up in the stryker, i pulled up in a drop

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i ain’t never got nothin’ less than a ten on me
but this ain’t no hi*point, this fn on me
i took a picture on they block, i should’ve p*ssed on it (huh?)
young rich n*gga, ‘miri jeans, rick owens (huh?)
pulled up on they block, i ain’t see no pits on the street
man, these n*ggas broke as h*ll, hits goin’ for cheap
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but i’m still on my feet
a lot of them dead, a couple still walkin’ weak (huh?)
[verse 2: crash rarri]
you gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
bl!cky on me, can’t walk in your club unless my section in
hickeys on me, go below the belt, i’m not affectionate
put it on me, dress a car compressor, this sh*t cost a benz
see the snakes around me, got medusa on my f*ckin’ lens
my b*tch cool as h*ll, she real as h*ll, but i’m gon’ f*ck her friends
i can pay your rent for what i spent if you just twerk and bend
out here rollin’ dubs just like i’m snoop, but this ain’t juice and gin
oh, yeah, i’m rarri, baby
i got baguetties ’round my neck, look like bacardis, baby
i’m out here crushin’ on these wh0res, that’s called a charlie, baby
they seasick tryna ride my wave, these n*ggas gnarly, baby
pistol in the party, baby

[verse 3: hitta j3]
this b*tch’ll hit the road with a load of ’em
steppin’ on sh*t, another bonecrusher
i don’t wanna f*ck you, mami, throw somethin’
b*tch, this drac’ with me hold a whole hundred
the b*tch you n*ggas call your girl, she wanna f*ck the most
i told sk!lla when it’s smoke, the opps turn to ghost
five years ago, a lot of rappers wasn’t bangin’
wrap his head with a bandage, that b*tch barely made it
let him steal from the pot, chop his hand off
bare face in broad day, take the mask off
if it ain’t the h*llcat, slide out the trackhawk
n*ggas love sneak dissin’, this your last draw
damaged from this sh*t, got a numb heart
whenever it’s go time, i play a big part
catch him in traffic, get parked
[verse 4: kerch dolla]
what you know about the feds comin’ and sn*tch your shooter?
n*ggas know my hands in it, but they can’t go prove it
hit a b*tch the first night, like nike, we just do it
seen n*ggas strike out with that pipe, he wouldn’t use it
if a n*gga think he can f*ck with me, it’s amusing
if i up it, i’ma use it
b*tch say she don’t wanna f*ck me, she confused then
ain’t think i’m up ’cause the ‘fit that i been movin’
you send shooters at the god, then you lose ’em
we caught him slippin’ outside, it was a movie
if you ain’t never caught a body, i might lose you
if you ain’t scared, n*gga, come outside when you choose to
i got n*ggas snitchin’ on me, i hope they move wrong
you won’t be the last n*gga on a tombstone, tombstone

- skilla baby lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular