150/55 - Sada Baby, G Herbo

Chorus: I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns

I told Herb, you ain’t got let me hold none

I just popped me a perc, this the second one

I’ll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence

I just put a two on topside, black excellence

I cook dope all day, I’m the Goat wit' it

Niggas in the way, I see money Imma go get it

40 on me now and if I freeze I ain’t no limit

Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain’t got no feelings

Only speak to G’s, don’t get pleased by a hoe feelings

Family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason

Do bad business, fuckin with that bag, have my mans kill 'em

Sada Baby:

Flip 'em, I get a nigga bitch robbed

See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain’t Big Squad

It’s 150, wit' 55 can’t let shit slide

I’m from the Eastside, you ain’t see no nigga this live

Get that boi shit bag, catch a nigga blow his shit out

Don’t make me get out

Do-wop and Skilla pull them clips out

Lil' bro made em shut the club down, nigga flipped out

Seen this shit, open close range, face ripped out

Caught so many stupid niggas walking outta bitch house

It ain’t shit to fund a couple wars, I’m so rich now

We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em

Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em

Sada Baby:

Every other day I’m buying bops for my niggas 'nem

Lame nigga keep chasing clout, we gon' get at him

And every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin' him

He acting like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine

I got Runflats on my tires cause we in this shit

5 glicks, we be 4−7 cause we in the 6

What I tell you bout a nigga age, they ain’t innocent

I be reminiscing we was hot heads, drillin' shit

Sada Baby:

I rememberin'

All the bitches that was into me

We got intimate, and then I left and made them ignorant

I’m inconsiderate, don’t give a fuck cause I’m belligerent

And deliberate, I end my enemies with 50 clips

Squeeze Militant

Went on missions then I’m ignorant

Stay listening, taught myself cause I got disipline

Diamonds glistening, that ain’t shit I paid a brick for this

Made an M this year and ain’t do shit, now that’s arithmetic

Made an M and I can’t even travel ain’t that bout a bitch?

Niggas taking shit up in the street, but ain’t that bout a bitch?

Go to NY, imma tote a scalpel I ain’t got a blick

Same Glock be yours automatic, mine shit got a switch

Sada Baby:

Burns on my back, so I keep a burner in the trap

I send a nigga to his grave, if it’s bout a bag

Drop body, tell nobody bout it I ain’t gotta brag

4−5 or the 0−9, gotta lotta mags

Bust them knives on your ass, ain’t no more changes

Up this Drac' on yo ass, give you close casket

I shot an opp bitch too since them hoes askin

Hold the AR to my stomach like we slow dancin'

Kidnap a nigga just to kill 'em, it ain’t no ransom

Ride with the clique, fuck a bitch, we ain’t romancin'

Whoop a nigga quick, all kicks, call it no hands

Pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances

This bitch will fall off your waist, can’t do no dancing

Oppers can’t even get near me, ain’t got no transit

Fucking off in a foreign till we blow trans'

My bro shoot this bitch from half, like he go to Kansas

And I shot that bitch from close, like I go to Duke

For Chris and Calvin, throwin' C’s, like I roll with Snoop

Sada Baby:

And Campanella throwin' P’s, know I’m Skubaru

Big Squad fresh, stomp a nigga, Phi Gamma woo

I just smoked eleventeen blunts up in Illinois

When I link up with your smut, I won’t get annoyed

When I break up with that butt, I won’t fill a void

I just made another 100 racks, I was aiming for it

Open up 10 traps you can get employed

Get another 20 stripes you can get dead

Sip the Tryst by itself, Wock with the red

I could buy another brick and put it on your head

I could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans

Once you put it on the floor, you takin' the L

Chorus: I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns

I told her, you ain’t got let me hold none

I just popped me a perc, this the second one

How I whip a brick like a baby, good negligence

I just put a two on topside, black excellence

I cook dope all day, I’m the Goat wit' it

Niggas in the way, I see money Imma go get it

40 on me nine, if I freeze I ain’t know limit

Shorty ain’t got no feelings

Only speak to G’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings

Family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason

Do bad business, fuckin with that bag, have my mans kill 'em