Aunty Stella - Sada Baby

I woke up, I roll up

I roll up, ice my cup

Said I woke up, got poured up

Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill

My money grown up, bitch, sure 'nough

Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?

Now I ain’t got time for no nigga in his feelings

Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling

Keep playin', he gon' end up injured

Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird

On my mama, on my hood

If you see the apes, we got Dracs with the wood

Boy, don’t play with 55, they’ll slide, they’ll shoot, huh

If you see Big Squad or the mob, them my troops, huh

Free my nigga Troop, we was stompin' niggas out in high school

And I was poppin' bars, helpin' Cuddo move that white, ooh

I was totin' pipes same time that your granny smokin' pipe

That’s the old life, huh, this shit different

Told Juan we was sittin' in that kitchen, I was gon' get it

He tried to tell me I needed bricks to go with it

He was tryna tell me that dope money gon' be with me 'til I’m finished

I told that nigga nope, I’m the G.O.A.T., this shit easy

I woke up, got poured up

Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill

My money grown up, bitch, sure 'nough

Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?

Now I ain’t got time for no nigga in his feelings

Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling

Keep playin', he gon' end up injured

Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird

I might get some fresh work and start a business, huh

I might pop another Perc' and test the limits, huh

Most these rappers act like bitches for attention, huh

I don’t even give a fuck 'bout them niggas

I’m off mud, still turned up

Every Backwood I bought burnt up

I got bands in my pocket, marching bands in the trunk

And I got Ana with whoever, know it’s up and it’s stuck

Pop dope, pull a ho just because I want that monkey, though

Chopper in my hand like a guitar, no honky-tonk

I want a red tie at my funeral like Donkey Kong

Big Ape live long, soul, body strong (Duh)

Said I woke up, got poured up

Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill

My money grown up, bitch, sure 'nough

Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?

Now I ain’t got time for no nigga in his feelings

Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling

Keep playin', he gon' end up injured

Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird