Donavon McNabb lyrics

[Intro: Ayanna Lee]
n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with Skilla?
Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla?
Five hundred thousand on a kit just to sh*t on n*ggas, Skilla?

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Ayy, huh
A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag
Richer than I ever f*ckin' been, that's probably why they mad
You can catch out the country with a bad b*tch, 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 sh*t when I get mad

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this sh*t 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
n*ggas 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 n*ggas killing me
She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feeling me
Man, my money longer than a f*ckin' centipede
When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every f*ckin' day
n*ggas 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 sh*t 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
n*ggas 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