Top Songs By Sada Baby
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Brown
Mixing Engineer
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
**** still actin' like me, and I still ain't got no kids
**** still sneaky dissin', and they still ain't got no crib
Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
Don't matter I got his address If I want that nig
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
I always rap about my
I always rap about my
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
[Verse 2]
Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way
I always rap about my K 'cause I always ride with my K
I always ride with some drakes
You always ride with some snakes
Bust me a script, go down the way
Brand new whip from out the way
Can't keep your ho up out my face
Now I sell dope up out her place
Now your kids be doing my dance
Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash
But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast
Shoot your ass if you move too fast
Two more bands for a Gugu bag
It got my bullets in it
[Verse 3]
Ay, ay, and I'm gonna bully ****
Bitch say she wanna fuck with Skuba
Better have some money with her
**** say he wanna fuck with me, that shit ain't happnin'
Gang gang with me, and them the only **** that's brackin'
You other **** be lackin', hmm, and ain't about action
Before I dripped in this fashion, I was not giving out passes
Not slappin' no daps, I was pushing packs out of traps
Showin' **** how to act, breakin' young bitches' backs, huh
**** still acting like me, and I still ain't got no kids
**** still sneaky dissin', and they still ain't got no crib
Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
Don't matter I got his address If I want that **** dead, huh
Now these dance moves, huh, got my chains dancing too, ay
And this Rolex? Hmm, walked in and cashed it too, hmm
And this double cup, ****? Could've paid your rent with juice
That lil' bitch that you with, she loose and don't do shit to your pockets neither
You act like a **** who grew up without a father figure
I act like a **** who grew up playing with choppers, ****
I know I'm a **** who address who got some problems with me
Pull up on me if you feel you got one, it ain't likely, is it? (Huh)
[Verse 4]
Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way
I always rap about my K 'cause I always ride with my K
I always ride with some drakes
You always ride with some snakes
Bust me a script, go down the way
Brand new whip from out the way
Can't keep your ho up out my face
Now I sell dope up out her place
Now your kids be doing my dance
Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash
But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast
Shoot your ass if you move too fast
Two more bands for a Gugu bag
It got my bullets in it
Written by: Casada Sorrell, Darryl Clemons