3501 Woodward by Skilla Baby
3501 Woodward by Skilla Baby

3501 Woodward

Skilla Baby * Track #7 On Detroit Raised Me

3501 Woodward Lyrics

[Intro]
Huh?
Detroit raised me
Detroit, let me walk you through my city
Huh?

[Verse]
I used to live in Section 8 housing with my pops
My hood was the gun range, I'm used to hearing shots
Lost a couple of my close friends to this shit
Neck froze, heart cold, head still hot
Judge talkin' 'bout my music in the court room
He don't wanna see me pop, he wanna see me rot
Earned everything I got, wasn't born with a lot
Dwayne Johnson in the pot, hit a head with the rock
Tore the baking soda 'til it lock, open up the shop
I ain't seen nobody on the corner with me, Ronnie Lott
Fuck I look like beefin' with a Papa Doc?
I could not fuck with no bitch that's out hеre givin' lame niggas twat
Bond No. 9 mixed with Prada and thе Baccarat
I bring extra luggage on the flight 'cause I shop a lot
When my young nigga see an opp, he tryna pop his top
We gon' keep the trap doors swingin' 'til the block get hot
I can have a hundred 'bows pull up 'fore a blunt get rolled
Wrist baptized and my neck dunked in gold
Broke all the 'bows down to zips, this an onion roll
If I don't make at least fifteen hundred, I ain't comin' home
I need a pretty-ass bitch that accept my flaws
I been puttin' in work, I'm goin' extra hard
I like hand-in-hands, I don't really F with fraud
Still can't believe they stretched my dog
Still can't believe my life lookin' make-believe
Knew how to make some cheese 'fore I knew my ABCs
Brodie in that nigga bush tryna bake his beans
Did Amiri all year, I'm finna play Celine
They gon' really blitz niggas if I say it's green
I don't waste my words, everything I say, I mean
I be fresh as hell, all the bitches say I'm clean
I know some old niggas that'll kill a brick for me
How I make the 'bow money look like brick money
All I know is get money even with my eyes closed
Man, these niggas givin' fake pressure like a rhinestone
Nigga, I could sell a hundred 'bows with a blindfold (Huh?)
I ain't gon' lie, my mind gone, I'm kinda zoned out
I got a lot of money, I don't need no clout
I got a whole route
Young nigga made two hundred in a whole drought
I cannot fake this shit
I cannot make this up
I know the bitches love me, these niggas hate my guts
My Drac'll leave a nigga flat, you gotta scrape him up
Sold so many boxes for my plug, that nigga gave me one
I don't know how to love bitches, never gave me love
My mama raised a good man, I'm tryna raise me one
I never be havin' no time, I'm tryna save me some
I was raised by a good man and an amazing woman, huh?
And me, my mommy, and my sister, they taught me how to love
Took 'em twenty years, but they finally acceptin' that I'm a thug
Family members wanna be around me 'cause I got a buzz
Where was y'all at when I was stealin', I was robbin'?
When I was hungry, gettin' fired from them jobs, man, I had to rob
Niggas played it crazy, I ain't stress, I left it up to God
Worth enough to put cheese on his head like I'm Randall Cobb
Money over bitches, I be with the mob, huh?

3501 Woodward Q&A

Who wrote 3501 Woodward's ?

3501 Woodward was written by Skilla Baby.

Who produced 3501 Woodward's ?

3501 Woodward was produced by Zara616.

When did Skilla Baby release 3501 Woodward?

Skilla Baby released 3501 Woodward on Fri May 20 2022.

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