
150/55 Sada Baby (Ft. G Herbo)
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[Refrain: Sada Baby & G Herbo]
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns
I told Herb, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a perc, this the second one
I'll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
I just put a two on topside, black excellence
I cook dope all day, I'm the Goat wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't no limit
Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased by a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason
Do bad business, fuckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em
[Verse: Sada Baby]
Flip 'em, I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain't Big Squad
It's 150, wit' 55 can't let shit slide
I'm from the Eastside, you ain't see no nigga this live
Give that boy a shit bag, catch a nigga blow his shit out
Don't make me get out
Do-wop and Skilla pull them clips out
[Verse: G-Herbo]
Lil' bro made em shut the club down, nigga flipped out
Seen this shit, open, close range, face ripped out
Caught so many stupid niggas walking out a bitch house
It ain't shit to fund a couple wars, I'm so rich now
We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em (Pussy)
Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns
I told Herb, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a perc, this the second one
I'll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
I just put a two on topside, black excellence
I cook dope all day, I'm the Goat wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't no limit
Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased by a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason
Do bad business, fuckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em
[Verse: Sada Baby]
Flip 'em, I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain't Big Squad
It's 150, wit' 55 can't let shit slide
I'm from the Eastside, you ain't see no nigga this live
Give that boy a shit bag, catch a nigga blow his shit out
Don't make me get out
Do-wop and Skilla pull them clips out
[Verse: G-Herbo]
Lil' bro made em shut the club down, nigga flipped out
Seen this shit, open, close range, face ripped out
Caught so many stupid niggas walking out a bitch house
It ain't shit to fund a couple wars, I'm so rich now
We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em (Pussy)
Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em
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