Skrilla’s kicking off 2026 like he owns the block, unleashing “RYLO” on January 4 via his Rich Sinners imprint, a gritty Philly drill grenade that’s got the timeline on fire—raw as a Kensington corner store scuffle, with that zombie-eyed stare-down daring you to blink first.
This one’s Skrilla—Jemille Edwards, the 26-year-old Kensington kid turned drill disruptor—at his most unfiltered: booming 808s from producers Thankutimmy and 1Ryan that rattle like a lowrider on cracked pavement, layered with his half-slurred flows that spit street scripture over skittering hi-hats. It’s pure Philly sound—gangsta rap with that Northeast edge, blending trap menace and melodic hooks into a four-minute fever of soldier shit and snorted escapes.
Thematically, it’s all crashout confessions: pulling up four deep with hawk-eyed paranoia (“The way the nigga hawkin’ down the V”), baby bottles of lean nodding to Rodriguez (“I feel like Rylo”), and tatted scars from dodged cases and known killers like his duty baby Jodi. It’s vulnerability masked as bravado—shouts to the ones who put him in his place, while flipping off fake crashouts—filmed by Mirzy Productions and 1mirs in that hazy, handheld visual that feels like eavesdropping on a late-night cypher. Dropped with the video racking 500K YouTube views overnight, it’s already stitching TikToks from Philly to Chi, where fans dissect lines like “Walkin’ shit down dolo, damn, that shit don’t get no realer.”
“RYLO” teases The Face of Zombie Land, Skrilla’s next tape brewing in the lab—think 15 tracks of undead drill anthems, building on his vault raids like November’s viral “6 7” that birthed a whole TikTok cult (dark truths and all). No full tracklist yet, but expect cameos from his Sinners crew and those raw, heritage-honed bars paying homage to Kensington’s ghosts. Recorded amid his post-shooting recovery haze (that Chicago bullet from ’24 still a scar), it’s him doubling down on the vivid, no-cap portraits that turned underground tapes into Priority Records deals.
Skrilla’s surging right now, off Doot Doot 6-7’s cult grip and sold-out pop-ups from the L to ATL— the dude who flipped neighborhood lore into “Rich Sinners” with Lil Yachty last fall is evolving from local legend to lane-definer, proving Philly’s drill pulse hits hardest when it bleeds real. With tour whispers for spring and beef echoes fading, “RYLO” screams he’s just warming up the hearse.
Dive into the RYLO lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other The Face of Zombie Land tracks for more of Skrilla’s undead Philly drill vibes.
Lyrics of RYLO by Skrilla
[Intro]
(Ryan, What Took You So Long?)
I Might Have To Repost That B**ch Right Now Twin
Yeah, It’s Me
Aight, Aight (Thank You Timmy Boy)
I Love You Too
I Just Pulled Up Four Deep, I’m On Some Soldier Shit
The Way The Nigga Hawkin’ Down The V Like He Already Know The Whip (Come Here, Uh)
I Just Poured A Whole Baby In My Baby Bottle (Damn)
I Just Drank [The/A][?] Four Of ‘tris, I Feel Like Rodriguez, Rylo (Damn)
Count Pesos, B**ch, My Nickname Skrilla
Tatted Dog Food On My Face, B**ch, I’m A Unknown Dealer (Unknown Dealer)
Duty Baby, Nicknamed “Jodi”, He A Known Killer (Nah, For Real)
Walkin’ Shit Down Dolo, Damn, That Shit Don’t Get No Realer (Nah, For Real) [Verse]
Crashin’ Out With All My Crashouts (Crashin’ Out)
I Just Snort A Thirty Milligram, Hope I Don’t Pass Out
Why The F**k (Damn) These Niggas Keep On Actin’ Like They Crashouts
Ridin’ Around, For Choppas, And I’m Dolo On The Fast Route (Don’t Get No Realer)
Baby Mama Keep On Trippin’, B**ch, I’m Off A Ho (B**ch, I’m Off A Ho)
I Just Got A New B**ch, She Look Like Amber Rose (She Look Like Amber Rose)
B**ch, I’m Geeked Up, I Can’t Even Feel My F**king Face (What The F**k)
Shoutout [?] This The Sixth Time, I Just Ducked The Case (Goddamn)
Shouts To [?] The One That Put Me In My Place
He The Reason Y’all Press Play, And Listen To All My Tapes (Goddamn)
I Just [?] The Troopers, [?] Touch The Dash
I’m Like A Lineman, When The Blitz Come, Get No F**kin’ Pass [Chorus]
I Just Pulled Up Four Deep, I’m On Some Soldier Shit (I’m On Some Soldier Shit)
The Way The Nigga Hawkin’ Down The V Like He Already Know The Whip (Get ’em)
I Just Poured A Whole Baby In My Baby Bottle (In My Baby Bottle)
I Just Drank [The/A] Four Of ‘tris, I Feel Like Rodriguez, Rylo (Damn)
Count Pesos, B**ch, My Nickname Skrilla (He Is Me)
Tatted Dog Food On My Face, B**ch, I’m A Unknown Dealer (He Is Me)
Duty Baby, Nicknamed “Jodi”, He A Known Killer (He A Known Killer)
Walkin’ Shit Down Dolo, Damn, That Shit Don’t Get No Realer (It Don’t Get No Realer) [Instrumental Break] [Chorus]
I Just Pulled Up Four Deep, I’m On Some Soldier Shit (I’m On Some Soldier Shit)
The Way The Nigga Hawkin’ Down The V Like He Already Know The Whip (Get ’em)
I Just Poured A Whole Baby In My Baby Bottle (In My Baby Bottle)
I Just Drank [The/A][?] Four Of ‘tris, I Feel Like Rodriguez, Rylo (Damn)
Count Pesos, B**ch, My Nickname Skrilla (He Is Me)
Tatted Dog Food On My Face, B**ch, I’m A Unknown Dealer (He Is Me)
Duty Baby, Nicknamed “Jodi”, He A Known Killer (He A Known Killer)
Walkin’ Shit Down Dolo, Damn, That Shit Don’t Get No Realer (It Don’t Get No Realer)
[Outro]
Shit Don’t Get No Realer
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