Bloxk Party - Sada Baby, Drego

Jose the Plug

Man

My dog just caught the bag, I ain’t runnin' from the grams

You got that internet beef, you run straight to the 'Gram

Pussy nigga got shot and he ran to the Gram

If I get shot I’ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand

You in your phone all day, ain’t makin' no bands

I told my lil' dawg count it as fast as he can

Soon as he run, it’s off with his head

I need that bag, end your life like fuck is you sayin'?

Like I’m that one nigga, fuck the other side

Percocet and new Patek made me come alive

Like how you bomin' Game?

I got the chop on me

Ooh, I got the drop on him, JJ up the Glock on him

Man, I got to sneak it in the party, pocket rock' on me

My baby meet you on the side, Chris Rock for you

Boy, I can see the whole field right off Belle Isle

I know he tried to slide 'cause his car loud

Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar

Got testers, slidin' everywhere because I’m off tether

I might fuck a Cardi B, Ruccis offsettin'

Diamonds wet, look like pee, Skuba R. Kelly

Man, I might sing for the pussy just like R. Kelly

I told her pull up to Club 'Icky, I’ma change the weather

I got her out her Vickys, she won’t let me let up

We been in and out them wars, I swear we need some medals

I ain’t never had time for no arguments

Big ass shotgun look like Lauri Markkanen

Tooda got the ten, AR with the cartridges

Moncler, Rollie arm-wear, that’s my starter kit

Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta, bitch?

Don’t let him come in that door, dawg, we measuring

This lil' bitch like Keyshia Cole, dawg, she heaven-sent

Drego lay low and get them extras then

Get to preachin' to you niggas like I’m Malcolm X

And we got powder everywhere, just took it out the press

She hit the road with my load, took it out her dress

She turn me on, now I want to do it

I’m lit, in a foreign whip

Auntie got a script, I’ma flip the bitch

Sweet chin music, watch me kick the shit

Yes I can move it, I be whippin' it

I will pull my gun and get ignorant

I will fuck the party up with my dance moves

I want to take me a trip out to Cancun

But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

If he know like I know, my niggas we got those

Drums with the hollows, drugs in my poncho

I been wanting big bands since a snot nose, huh

The bag is so feminine, my MT hitters they some gremlins

The narcs hit the block, still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands

The smoke on the floor, alright, inhale it then

The way you talk you need a show, David Letterman

You ballerina all on it, it’s not sellin', damn

I called my baby, whip it quickly, ain’t gotta touch my hands

I know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten

All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands

You never know who out to get you, better watch your mans

Before you get to blowing cheese, better make a plan

First night again, it wasn’t in her plans

Boogie told me fuck the city, bro, we want the rest

Who gon' be there in the end?

All this shit a test

All my old hoes say I still hit it the best

Get your mans, dawg, I heard his watch, it tick tick