21 Skuba Sada Baby

[Hook]
Hold up
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
Bitch we war ready
We done woke up with it
Fuck yo attitude
We on gang shit
Like nigga gang gang
My niggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My niggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my niggas with it

[Verse 1]
I make them niggas feel it, cause I feel like it
Regular 50 round, use that whole bitch
Put blood on yo kid, like lil blood that’s yo lick
Leave blood on yo bitch, she was too close to the chopstick
Leave blood with no life, he was too close to my opps, smh
Big AR with the drum, make a mess
Young Skuba Steve, Riochet with the techs
All this weed I don’t need nothing else
All this lean, I don’t need nothing else
All this cheese, I don’t need nothing else
Don’t need no help, just me and myself
Got the Eastside belt
Serve that dope off the shelf
Right front of 12
Don’t give a fuck of a hell
Bitch want money oh well
Bitch no deal
Yo sister gone fuck off the bail
I got raw on the scale
Cooking as well
Cookie gone cover the smell
You niggas tell, and most of you niggas frail
Won’t even waste my shells