Gumbo Mix lyrics

by

Skilla Baby


[Intro]
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Y'all think these n*gga street, not to me
I'm a skinny n*gga, but my pockets fat, YTB (MIA JAY C)
Mama, buss that pus*y open for me, I'm just tryna see
We ain't doin' no drive-by's, my n*ggas hopping out on feet, n*gga

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
These n*ggas claim they smackers, not to me, n*gga
I just signed for them M's, but I stil'll get on feet, n*gga
I been hearing them talking about gangster sh*t, I don't wanna know 'bout what you did
Last n*gga played on the 'net, he six feet, n*gga

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Don't want to hear about what you did, come do that to me, n*gga
Spin a n*gga like a CD, then come back and remix it
You know I'm a D, n*gga, a real street n*gga
My Glock'll leave n*ggas, I'm a dead beat with it

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
Uh, I'm a dead beat like the Pappy, n*gga
Grown man inside the pus*y two hours when the Addy hit me
In my city, n*gga, they'll put that skilla on a baby, huh
I was raised to get some money where n*ggas not hating
Frrt, frrt, he was playing with this fire, sh*t, now he disable
Every time I look up, new cousin asking for some paper
Who is you?
[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]
Every time I look up, I be in the trenches with my lil' n*ggas
They like killing sh*t, we pull up with switches
We get sh*t touched from Detroit to West Memphis
I got millions, still sellin' fake Perc's to the gremlins

[Verse 6: YTB Fatt]
I got millions, when I beat the pus*y, n*gga, I leave it in her
What you know 'bout operating the Glock and making the switch invisible (Given surgery)
Don't come tell me who smackin' sh*t, 'cause n*gga, I'm with 'em
It don't matter how much the f*cking bond, n*gga, just know
I'm with 'em
I'ma pay it

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]
We be smackin' sh*t
When I'm tired of this rapping sh*t, pfft, back to hits
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, that's a switch
My lil' n*gga, he ain't got no sense, he'll whack a b*tch

[Verse 8: YTB Fatt]
When I'm tired of this rapping sh*t, back to sending hits
Frrt-frrt, huh, frrt, huh, I still do that sh*t
That's a pus*y blitz
She said she ain't tryna sell no pus*y, I got her at my mix
[Verse 9: Skilla Baby]
Ha, she what me to buy that BBL, pfft, it's a trick
We done put this sh*t on many men, ha, 50 Cent
You a ho, but you pretty as hell, f*ck it, give me kiss (Ha)
Let me see an opp' when I'm outside, he getting stripped

[Verse 10: YTB Fatt]
Take her to the penthouse from the yatch, f*ck it, make her strip
Take her panties off, I seen a pad, what the f*ck is this?
I just made her shake the spot right now, she don't exist
Been the same gang all my life, was never click-to-click

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
Huh, opp' pack in the 'Wood, who the f*ck is this? (Huh)
Smoked two n*ggas at one time, it's a gumbo mix
Twenty lil' n*ggas in my Sprinter, it's a hundred sticks
I love my plug so much, I'll let him f*ck my b*tch

[Verse 12: YTB Fatt]
Ran out of Runtz, he had GK, I had to pull a mix
Soggy pus*y feel like I was havin' sex with some grits
I just got a run down (What you hear?), he ain't hittin' on sh*t
n*gga better get some get back, we the last one sent a blitz, frrt, frrt
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