Unkle Hell Yea Sada Baby

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[Intro]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
In the building
Trap, trap, take care of—
Ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
All the real niggas in the building
Trap, trap, take care of children
All the real niggas on the squad with them
Beat the block, take care of mama 'nem
All the bad bitches, do you hear me?
Suck a mean dick, mind your business
All the real hoes, do you feel me?
Let me put my babies on your titties

[Verse]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Scratch that
Bitch, I got a Draco with the wood, yup, yup, and I'm ridin' with that thing through the hood
I might pull up to the lemonade stand for the kids
Play it off, hit your crib for them bands and your lid
Over life or ándalе, I bake a cake and get him dеad
My migos like ándale, they put machetes to his head, huh
Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, scratch that
We don't like her, we gon' put lil' baby in the trash bag
Put the 40 on a nigga, get him blew like it's a hashtag
My young dog just paid for some blues off of Cash App
Skuba Steve best dance moves since Michael Jackson
Can't get jiggy with niggas like Michael Blackson
Sada Baby talk more shit than Michael Rapaport
Type of nigga whip an adventure to an Aventador, huh

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