Date 2023-08-06
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music
Rob49, Skilla Baby & Tay B unveil the new Zai Hamilton-produced piece of music tagged “Mama.” Listen, stream, buy the track.
Rob49 just released a new grimy track featuring two of Detroit’s own, Tay B and Skilla Baby. The song’s title is “Mama and it runs just under three minutes. There is a lot these three fit into a smaller time frame, with Rob49 and Skilla Baby splitting the first verse. Their pairing even extends into the chorus, with Tay B wrapping up the song with arguably the best verse.
The beat is produced by Zai Hamilton, a Jacksonville, Florida native, and it is cold and thumping. In addition, it provides massive bass and haunting piano keys in the background, which are two elements that fit these artists well. Furthermore, it is also the first time Rob49 has joined up with Tay B and Skilla Baby. Maybe down the line, we get more from this trio.
Over the past few months, Rob49 has earned a bit of a following. What really helped him get more listens was placing a feature on Travis Scott’s UTOPIA. He makes his guest appearance on the track “TOPIA TWINS,” which is now sitting at over 22 million streams on Spotify. He opens up the song and most fans of Travis have not heard Rob49’s voice. However, now that the features can be seen on all streaming platforms, it has allowed more people to discover him.
Rob49, Skilla Baby & Tay B – Mama (prod. Zai Hamilton)
4 August 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 Rebel/Geffen Records
Lyrics
[Intro: Rob49]
Haha, Zai, can you turn that up a little bit?
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]
Bitch go crop a brick of ice ’cause we young and turnt off Betty White (Yeah)
Girl, that nigga ain’t turnt up like he posted, 49 gon’ treat you right (Yeah)
I might buy you ice, mama (Alright)
Hope that pussy tight, mama (Alright)
This love at first sight, mama (Alright)
You the type I like, mama (Yeah)
If your ho ain’t darkskin and petite, nigga, she is not my kind
We out here passin’ hoes to the gang, when you treatin’ his ho like wifey
Now he say he want smoke ’bout the ho, I told him, “Kill somethin’ ’bout it” (Yeah)
She keep askin’ me how her nigga know, bitch, I ain’t tell nobody (Woo)
Fuck me right, alright? (Yeah)
Stab that pussy, knife, alright?
Baby, you my Kryptonite
I won’t give you dick tonight (Yeah)
Told you, I’m all in, baby, I’m all in (Baby, I’m all in)
Yeah, I hear you’re stalkin’ (Yeah), I’m givin’ you good dick (Givin’ you good dick)
Titties in my hand (Yeah), alright
Got bitches shakin’ ass (Yeah), alright
I know his twin died, alright
I know he miss his mans, nigga
I been countin’ blues all day, make a nigga’ hands cramp (Yeah, pew)
I just gave my ho a ten piece, I am not one of them, yeah (Huh)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Rob49]
You know you the coldest
You know you the coldest (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest
Bae, you know you the coldest (You in this ho)
You know you the coldest (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Huh)
You put that shit on, bae, I like when that shit on you (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
Bae, you know you the coldest (Huh)
I know you like Chanel (Alright), bae, let me put Chanel on you (Alright)
I know you like rose gold (Alright), bae, let me put Chanel on you (Yeah, alright, huh)
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
You know I’m not thin, when I pull up, I’m comin’ trim, alright? (Alright)
Five hundred slicks, look like a thigh pad on my hip, alright?
Your old nigga a shrimp, bae, let me take you on a trip, alright? (Yeah)
All my bitches pretty, rich, and thick, don’t think your bitch my type (Huh, alright)
Yeah, I heard you got a man, but it’s alright, mama (Alright)
Let’s go to the mall, I’m ’bout to buy you what you like, mama, huh (Huh)
You would fuck your rose before these niggas, you my type, mama (Mama)
You do that shit right, mama
You deserve some ice, mama (Mama)
When you take them clothes off, I get nervous, let me buy you purses
Fuck me with your eyes, you keep playin’, you doin’ that on purpose (Huh)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Rob49]
You know you the coldest
You know you the coldest (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest
Bae, you know you the coldest (You in this ho)
You know you the coldest (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Huh)
You put that shit on, bae, I like when that shit on you (You the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
You know you the coldest (Alright, you the coldest)
Bae, you know you the coldest (Huh)
I know you like Chanel (Alright), bae, let me put Chanel on you (Alright)
I know you like rose gold (Alright), bae, let me put Chanel on you (Alright, huh)
[Verse 3: Tay B]
Yeah, alright, Tay B
Yeah, I’m really rich, alright? (Mm-hmm)
Could take your bitch, alright? (On God)
If you take this strip, alright? (Huh)
You suckin’ dick, alright? (Mm-hmm)
I’m a Christian man, it’s crosses on my fit, alright? (Alright)
Yeah, I hardly go to sleep at night
Good pussy my Kryptonite (Shh)
Lately, we been flyin’ private, kind of hard to miss a flight (On God)
Plain Jane was yesterday, bustdown on my wrist tonight (Uh-huh)
I ain’t really fuckin’ with the drank, but I might sip tonight
I ain’t fuck my ex in a while, she might get dick tonight (Yurr)
My one opp been dead for a while, I know he miss his life (On my mama)
Last month was seventeen five, this month a different price
My advice, if you wanna be turnt, go cop a brick, alright?
