Funky Kong - Sada Baby

Ayy, uh, freaky bitch, you is just that

Unless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huh

Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map

Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can’t bust back, huh

It’s a fact you dyin' first if I up strap

If he a number one seed, this an upset

Them niggas can’t fuck with gang, I must say

In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray

On the Eastside off drank, not D’USSÉ

Lookin' for a lil' hoodrat Beyoncé, huh

Catch an opp, leave him with the 'bout-to-drop face

Last sight he see is my face with the chop Drac'

Hmm, cook a nigga quick like an hotplate

Skuba Manchester if you hop my gate

I ain’t your man, freaky bitch, get out my face, huh

Pussy ain’t fat enough, you ain’t my taste

And your baby daddy a pussy nigga, I be done killed him

All them bullets scatter, they ra-ta-ta-ta up out the pistol

Catch a nigga lackin', if he survive, I’ma pistol-whip him

'Cause I’m an unsatisfied criminal individual

Got a four-five on my side, flip him with a nickel, huh

Sed shot that nigga 'cause I forgot to dribble

Zay pass that bitch, huh, I’ma green light

Mmm, mmm, MAC thing, ah, got that bitch from Skilla, uh

Yeah, I got the moment, yeah, I got the guala, huh

Get to beatin' my chest, my wolves get to hollerin', huh

Know I really get the cream, leave them niggas sour, huh

Pour some drank up in my glass, give them boys an hour, huh

Put them hitters on your ass, uh, uh, huh

Turn 'em to a ghost, know I got that power

And I got a tommy gun, this bitch move mountains

Shoot niggas in they shit, we don’t shoot no clouds

We don’t shoot for clout, huh

Freeze tag with that bitch, you froze, you out

Playin' both sides of that bitch, I’ll close you out

You ain’t gettin' off no shots, it’s over, shut down whenever you bome to my

town

Know them niggas huntin' you, you know they bome for you, huh

Know them niggas bomin' for you, boy, them guns for you, huh

And niggas tryna bump into you, ain’t gon' run from you, hmm

Don’t worry 'bout it, boy, that’s what I’m tellin' you

Huh, pull a hammer on that nigga, put a nail in you

Extra dick same size as turtle, put a shell in you, huh

I’ll make a nigga wish they oh wellin' you, huh

Keep fishin', get swung on, whale on you

I’ll leave you hung like you Sonic, got Tails on you

Act like you blind to the facts, go Braille on you, huh

No opp left behind, can’t fail on you, huh

Put some money on your head like it fell on you, uh

Off syrup and off nay, ho, same time

Gold gun, one shot, Skuba James Bond

Seven bitches tatted me on they waistline

Ten more went and got the same kind

Type of choppers we got like to change minds, huh

My chop drop opps, never change mine, huh

Bitch’ll throw a nigga up like a gang sign

This bitch’ll throw a nigga up like you drunk as hell

This bitch’ll leave him on the yard like he up for sale, huh

Leave him sleepin' behind bars 'fore I buy him his cell, huh

Leave him sleep off them bars, don’t fuck with them pills

If it’s up, then it’s real

You gon' up and get killed

I know you see my niggas 'nem turnin' up in the field

I know you see my niggas havin' all this get-back, hmm

See us pressin', better not get pressed

If you don’t get stretched, then I ain’t impressed, duh

Freaky bitch, you is just that

Unless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huh

Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map

Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can’t bust back, huh

It’s a fact you dyin' first if I up strap

If he a number one seed, this an upset

Them niggas can’t fuck with gang, I must say

In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)