1955 - Sada Baby

Ayy

No kizzy, true story (Trauma Tone)

Huh, can’t keep watching these niggas, huh

4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh

5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, huh

Ayy, huh, can’t keep watching these niggas, huh

4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh

5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, ayy

I don’t give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand

I don’t give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand

Don’t need no new brother man, we’ll shoot at you and your mans

Still watch Skub pop, we’ll crash

Still watch Skub pop, we’ll crash

Get on this rim, huh, get on y’all ass

I ain’t impressed with the shit y’all be flashin'

Just hit the trap all the way from the mansion

Got more bands in that bitch than you can imagine

I up the fire, shoot the niggas beside you

I throw up 5, Lil Blood gon' match it

I drop a four, we gon' go get a casket

I got a stroke, but I go to the basket

I gotta score 'cause I’m close to the basket

Naw, I gotta score 'cause I already racked it

Properly prepared, I practice

Thank God for them L’s I took, they was tragic

Showed a nigga how to bounce back like magic

Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was

Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was absent

Free Big Blood, Jid, what’s brackin'?

'Cause of him, Skuba Steve been active

I hate when motherfuckers get to actin'

Like they don’t know what’s up, huh, huh

Hate when motherfuckers get to askin'

Like they don’t know it’s us

Go down South, back up, huh

Country big booty bitch, huh

Fuck me off of accident, huh

Fuck me off my accent, yeah, huh

Hit her twice on accident, yeah

Shit, she said she like dope boys, nigga

I’m a trap nigga, so I’m the right man for the job

She ain’t peep, huh

She ain’t peep I was the—

She ain’t peep I was the right applicant

And she ain’t, she ain’t seen my attitude was ravishing

These niggas ain’t hoopers, fake shooters, they be trappin' like

Niggas get mad, in they feelings

Emotional like a lil' bitch

Shit sadder than—

I mean what I say 'bout them old-ass niggas too

I mean it for real, I’m adamant

About anything I’m doin', huh, huh

Too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh

Gang like, «Nigga, let me chime in,» he wanna put his two cents in

Say naw, nigga, we got M’s, they can’t get none of thems (Trauma Tone)

Don’t want my gang to be like y’all, that’s my fear, huh, huh

Happy as hell they don’t just beef with me to start they career, huh

I mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my nigga, be serious

If you doin' it like a hobby and not a habit, my nigga, you weird

See, I give my all to this shit, that’s what I got up out it

Yeah, all this shit, all this ice, all these diamonds

Never had to ride a nigga wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh

Y’all niggas in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent

I played it bool 'cause niggas played it bool, ain’t no fool, never played the

fool

I’ll take a nigga plate of food, leave his shit on empty while I’m full

Used to slang the rock off the top rope, Skuba Brahma Bull

Chop came with the comma clip, you ain’t never seen this kind of— nah

Bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain’t never seen this kind of tool

I don’t lie in none of my verses, you know Sada keep that ooh

And I ain’t here just to keep it cool, pussy-ass nigga, this ain’t school

Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, people get it— ayy

Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, your people get it too, huh

First time I met your main mans, pressed his ass, bitch, I’m SkubaRu

Ask him 'bout it, nigga, I’ll, hey, bitch, I’m SkubaRu

Ask him 'bout it, nigga, ayy

Speak plain, nigga, who is you?

I’m the who’s who of who’s who

Goofy-ass niggas been through

Niggas can’t know what I— ahh

Niggas can’t know what I been through

Must not know what I been through

Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it

'Cause I’ma kill you when I bump into you

Ayy, huh, nigga, I don’t know that shit you know, huh

Bang all my motherfuckin' streets and brung us home

Huh, huh, I don’t know that shit you know

Bang all my streets and brung us home

Tapped in with Mari, Ruger, Zoe, Tone, and G Weeder, bring 'em home

Huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh

Crank him up, then walk him outta here