Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Controversy Lyrics

Controversy Lyrics by Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
They can’t fuck me with and they can’t fuck with Skilla
Don’t let them niggas fool y’all like they really out here killin’
My opps keep goin’ to the ‘spital, they need Obamacare
(MIA JAY C)
Huh?
Don’t be stupid thinkin’ y’all the only ones that got them switches
Ayy, huh

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I know the real hitman, if I call, that nigga comin’
I finally know how it feel to hit the bank and order money
Headshot the opps, them niggas livin’ when you hit they stomach
Lil’ bitch keep askin’ what I took to Gary, bitch, a hundred
Hell nah, I ain’t up and comin’, bitch, I’m up and runnin’
I’m a seven-figure nigga, I don’t know why I be thuggin’
Huh, young nigga, I be fresh as fuck, I got Amiri habits
Somebody please call my lawyer, I just bust the Patek
If I see you with my opps, I’ma lеt you have it
Nigga, we don’t give a fuck, kill a nigga daddy
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I don’t trick, but I’ll look out for a bitch
Ho, I’m marriеd, ain’t no chillin’, if we link, you suckin’ dick
Ain’t no baby backs, you come to our cookout, we whippin’ bricks
Boy, we different, you gon’ send a threat, I’m gon’ send a blitz
I one-night the bitch, you wife the bitch, you tryna fight the bitch
I bought the Urus on some bored shit, I ain’t even like the bitch
All my jewelry come with paperwork, don’t need no lights to hit
I’m ridin’ through my city, driver’s license, two unlicensed blicks

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Showed up to the club in Nike Tech ’cause I don’t like to flex
I pointed at an opp and he got shot, we playin’ Simon Says
Somebody tell them boys come where I’m at, they gettin’ shot in here
My opps keep goin’ to the ‘spital, they need Obamacare
Ho niggas ain’t welcome in my city, we catch bodies here
Fifty to my lawyer, fifty to my mans, get him out of there

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
Half a ticket in my granny basement, she don’t know it’s there
Ain’t worried ’bout nobody touchin’ that, they ain’t gon’ get nowhere
Niggas claim they hate me, see me out, they ain’t on shit, I swear (They quiet)
She fucked a rapper just to make me mad, who told that bitch I care? (Goofy bitch)
They can’t fuck with me and they can’t fuck with Skilla (They can’t fuck with us)
Don’t let them niggas fool y’all like they really out here killin’ (They not)
Don’t be stupid thinkin’ y’all the only ones that got them switches (We got ’em)
Bro gon’ stand over a bitch, if he get caught, I stand on business, nigga (You know that)

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
Bro gon’ stand over a bitch, if he get caught, I stand on business, nigga (Huh?)