Donavon McNabb

Lyrics

[Intro: Ayanna Lee] Niggas always in the comments trolling like, "Oh, Skilla ain't in the streets Skilla only make girl music, Skilla don't trick Skilla do this and that" (MIA JAY C) But who y'all know fuckin' with Skilla? Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla? Five hundred thousand on a kit just to shit on niggas, Skilla? [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Ayy, huh A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag Richer than I ever fuckin' been, that's probably why they mad You can catch out the country with a bad bitch, eatin' crab Doin' shows, still'll sell a hundred bowls, me in my Raf My name and my credit good enough to start a tab Made two dollars off of every bowl I sold, do the math They wonder why I act so childish, I gotta laugh I just wanna k-k-k-kill shit when I get mad [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin' Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag Got them birds comin' in, they think I'm Donovan McNabb [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] Man, this money turn your friends to your enemies I keep having nightmares of niggas killing me She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feeling me Man, my money longer than a fuckin' centipede When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way I be tryna make a couple dollars every fuckin' day Niggas say they gon' kill me when they see me, yeah, okay Got even watch yo' mans, look at what they did to Tay [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin' Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag Got them birds comin' in, they think I'm Donovan McNabb