SB5 (feat. Sada Baby)

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-D-K

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 **** 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 **** like breast lumps

Light on the black pump

Pumpin' on tank three

Three in the morning I'm half sleep

****, 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 Milo 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 wit 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 **** '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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** liars

Austin Powers, Groovy Michael Myers, kill 'em off like Chris in 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 **** work with law

Make no sense you **** 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, **** mad I'm sending lower blows

**** 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 ****)