More songs by Skrilla
Description
Producer: HardHead
Rapvocalist: Skrilla
Mixing Engineer: Brian Stanley
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
A& R: Delano Robinson
Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Terry Burston
Lyrics and translation
Original
Say ashe! Ashe is amen, in Ifa we don't say amen, we say ashe.
So say ashe, say ashe, ashe, ashe, ashe, -ashe. -Ashe.
I might pop out with a Gen5 with a switch on, back the bitch.
I might walk down, catch a face shot, then run right back to the whip.
I might pull up super clean, bitch look like, "Who that? " when I bip.
I got two cups, pourin' juice up, I don't share, don't ask to sip. I got Wockhardt in my baby bottle.
Fresh as fuck, look like a nigga damn near hit the lotto.
Told the bitch stay on her knees, I told that little bitch swallow.
When I pop out, Glock filled up with ball hittin' some hollows. Nyoom, uh.
Told the bitch she all I need, like how the fuck she get away from me? How the fuck she get away?
Why the fuck you won't just stay? Get away.
This girl is dealin' with some demons, most I ask, "Could you just pray for me?
" Dear Father, can you show me a reason? I think maybe you teasin', and you teasin', mm, mm.
Havin' talks with my Orishas, Elegua keep me alive.
I done looked up to Asun, he gon' tell me how I'ma die.
I don't come out 'til it's noon, Yoruba told me I'll survive. I'm protected by Ogun, somehow my spirit never die. Nyoom, uh.
Took a break from all this rappin' shit 'cause this shit way too fake for me, uh.
This shit fake, too fake, too fake.
Havin' talks with Babalao, he told me Elegua is proud of me. Look into his eyes and he just squint and smile at me.
Just to make him happy, I'll run some miles for free.
Just did a sacrifice, rack chicken in the -Taiwashi. -Say ashe.
If anybody is saying about any, any spirit, any, like any, any, um, any ancestor, keep saying ashe, they are calling spirit.
You say Ogun, Ogun is a -god, he's a spirit. -Alright, bet.
I might pop out with a Gen5 with a switch on, back the bitch.
I might walk down, catch a face shot, then run right back to the whip. I might pull up super clean, bitch look like, "Who that?
" when I bip. I got two cups, pourin' juice up, I don't share, don't ask to sip. I got
Wockhardt in my baby bottle.
Fresh as fuck, look like a nigga damn near hit the lotto. Told the bitch stay on her knees, I told that little bitch swallow.
When I pop out, Glock filled up with ball hittin' some hollows.
Nyoom