[Intro: Sada Baby]
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Helluva made this beat, baby
This ain't no rap neither, baby, huh
[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Big Blood been on house arrest, so we gon' talk about that
Nan nigga really had his back, so I done lost respect
He know I been up, same time, he can't have it all
He know that's the truth. so I'm bool, I ain't mad at all
I can't go 'round fake love like I used to
I can't fuck with Tay Blood like I used to
I can't pour up hot with Bloc like I used to
Like, I can't go chill with Dot like I used to
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, they can't rock with us
Ain't no nigga go to jail or get shot with us
Huh, me and Skuba Rollie buffs
These niggas in they feelings, they can't fuck with us
The crazy part about it took a couple months
All we had was some molly and a couple blunts
Next month, I'm gettin' the Presi, fuck Donald Trump
I'm throwing fifty pointers in my motherfucking buffs
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I fucked your bitch from the front like we fake in love
I got red in my cup, celebrate the Bloods
Niggas with me from the bottom ain't make it up
Now they gon' give me all they problems, can't make this up
My ex-bitch going in and out of my life
She had a kid, but that baby do not got my eyes
Like Tooda Man gon' ride for me, DZ, that's my brother
Niggas got my whole heart, on god, bitch, I'll die for 'em, huh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Helluva made this beat, baby
This ain't no rap neither, baby, huh
[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Big Blood been on house arrest, so we gon' talk about that
Nan nigga really had his back, so I done lost respect
He know I been up, same time, he can't have it all
He know that's the truth. so I'm bool, I ain't mad at all
I can't go 'round fake love like I used to
I can't fuck with Tay Blood like I used to
I can't pour up hot with Bloc like I used to
Like, I can't go chill with Dot like I used to
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, they can't rock with us
Ain't no nigga go to jail or get shot with us
Huh, me and Skuba Rollie buffs
These niggas in they feelings, they can't fuck with us
The crazy part about it took a couple months
All we had was some molly and a couple blunts
Next month, I'm gettin' the Presi, fuck Donald Trump
I'm throwing fifty pointers in my motherfucking buffs
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I fucked your bitch from the front like we fake in love
I got red in my cup, celebrate the Bloods
Niggas with me from the bottom ain't make it up
Now they gon' give me all they problems, can't make this up
My ex-bitch going in and out of my life
She had a kid, but that baby do not got my eyes
Like Tooda Man gon' ride for me, DZ, that's my brother
Niggas got my whole heart, on god, bitch, I'll die for 'em, huh
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