CJ - Sada Baby

Yeah, type time

Uhhh

Told put some gangsta shit on, nigga

How he boming?

Huh

2021 with an R&B bitch

I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name

Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no snitch, uh

Put that shit on gang, put that on my name, uh

Better stand on business 'fore they knock you off your feet

I know a nigga lost his life just from tryna cross the street

I can hit you with the white but it might not be cheap

I got on ice with my pipe boy don’t try that shit with me, listen

East Side repre- who- yeah, huh

East Side represent- uh, hold up!

East Side representative, I’m on bullshit

Why would I worry 'bout a nigga with this full clip?

I don’t get defensive, we on offense

Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin

Bang, get the- gang, gang, bully, get busy

Every nigga really ready for that war you see I’m with

Strapped up with my partners behind enemy lines, huh

Fucking with some bitches that be with them, they be lying, listen

We got that dope to take your custos out the line

I keep a new check every two weeks like I’m working on the line

Listen, ahh, hmm

But me not

I got banjos in my pants, uh

And I know how to dance

A young reckless motherfucker with a blick, don’t take no chance

I’ma have sex with your girlfriend from the front, 'cause I romance

Now listen!

Ah, uh

Roses on the bed, yeah

Perkies with her friends

Put a jersey on her head, listen

Huh, bitch I be done shot up early for them bands

In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I’m the man, huh

Ahh, huh

Bro bro shooting funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, aye

But that shit don’t matter, it get y’all killed

I switch up my spots if I think them people onto me

She do backflips over ice, I made her look like Surya Bonaly

Got damn!

Ah, huh

Protect it like it’s precious

Got a ruler hanging out that whoo-wham, he gon' learn his lesson

Uh, I won’t wear no jump suit but got moves like Elvis Presley

Got a bitch that score like I score, she built like Lisa Leslie

I do!

Nigga

All night how I’m cooking, nigga

Lil' bit of zaza

Got about 250 on

I don’t bring my gun around it- nah, hm

I won’t bring my gun around the gang, I can’t use that bitch

No, I, hmm, rerock

You can’t bring your gun around me you won’t use that bitch

I don’t care, ah, tuh

I don’t care how you feel

Pull up with that chopper, get to cutting out of Bonnyville

Corner, hop up out it, got that striker sitting off in the field

Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch, get revenge for Emmett Till

Listen, ah, hm, huh

Probably ain’t 'posed to say that, ahh

Me don’t give no fuck, I’m out here looking for that payback, uhh

We go past Ajax, spin a wheel to break the bank glass

I got half a tank gas, pull up, get you straight jabbed

Bro bro put that hundred on

You better run 'cause on my mama, I don’t know what he on

I just know he don’t give two fucks about buddy bone

Yo hoe in love with me 'cause we don’t never fuck her wrong

Listen!

She thought she was hooked, huh

Told her 'gotta be quicker than that'

I need me a book, I been trapping out them extra packs, huh

Yeah, It’s words on top of that work as soon as you open it, huh

Let you know what the fuck you doing before you smoke it

She ain’t even know it to the old ass neighbor

She ain’t even know her son got smoked, 'cause she a smoker

She was in there getting high, while he out there on the post

He know that hard shit too strong

Broke her neck, it had choked her

2021 with an R&B bitch

I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name, uh

2021 with an R&B bitch

I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name

Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no snitch

I put that on my gang, I put that on my name

I grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no, huh

Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no, naw