SB5 feat. Sada Baby

歌詞

I left outta school without momma's permission They wantin' me dead, they be hoping and wishin' I'm stealing your bags when I'm put in position I'm dressed in all white like a chef in the kitchen Lil Sada Boat baby I robbed and I worked I-dick But I still went and had joined the navy I remember that shoot out in my red Benz had to duck low A bullet almost grazed me that was then But now I'm the type of nigga to aim so right when I shoot I ain't gotta dump Twelve o'clock and I gotta whip looking for the trunk and you can't fake the funk Pistol attached to a nigga like breast lumps Light on the black pump Pumpin' on tank three Three in the morning I'm half sleep Nigga, I'm half woke Still aware enough to tell yo bitch I'm an asshole I'm worried 'bout cash flow, income, and getting a bag though I'm through the back door with my main bitch Can't get caught with my side hoe I got Bape on, baby my low bring them bricks on a high load This bitch only 5'4" but this throat feel like it's 7 feet deep She suckin' dick with a blindfold, make me disappear like my weed I'm goin' in bitches guaranteed, left my momma house at seventeen Met my first opp on Evergreen He got dropped with guns he never seen Had murder on my mind then Free YNW Melly I don't know why you hatin' on me Give me a reason to leave the drake on E Got his bitch cooking steak for me In a Rarri running from the state police Chopper hold a hunnit to say the least Lil nigga 'bout to die so say your piece I know I gotta stay lowkey My granny say she pray for me She know I keep a K on me I'm waiting on a nigga to play with me Bitch I'm a lover and a fighter Keep two sticks on me like Striger Custom vests I ain't no biker She could stay the night if I invite her For a 88, yeah, that's the spider, red and yellow like I'm Roddy Piper Give a damn if shawty got a nigga, if the bitch is goin' I'ma pipe her Chopper 'round my back like 8 numbers, 8 numbers like I was at Rikers Pistol snug like it's in a diaper, bitch with me got Balmain like a biker Bitch, what I want is hard to decipher, and aside from most these niggas liars Austin Powers, Groovy Michael Myers, kill 'em off like Christmas Stomp the Yard This lil bitch right here, she got me hard, she just want the last four to my card Drop her off right there on Boulevard, fucked her once and left the baby scarred She was wearing Fendi leotards, I been cooking whipping Leonard Dicaprio this white boy a star Trappin' out the house and in the car, I just served your spouse up at the bar And you told like the mouse you are, watch your mouth, you snitching from a far Makes no sense, you niggas work with law Make no sense you niggas need a dress, left Vanessa team but still correct Collect 'em back to to back I will collect, I'm the richer man I won't contest I'm the better rapper, I confess, fucked her now she setting up her desk Fucked her now she organize my clothes, niggas mad I'm sending lower blows Niggas mad I'm fuckin' better hoes, I'm a G and sucking every toe But I flip the pussy like some dough, fuck was on her face like Domino's (Thirty you a muthafuckin' fool nigga)