Horse Play 2 - Sada Baby

Hmm

Niggas cappin' on the internet for clout

Will I respond to a nigga?

I don’t know, I highly doubt it, huh

Ain’t never seen that nigga face, especially not in person

Can’t send that boy no death threats, we take shit personal

He gon' end up murdered, he gon' end up dead

Every time I get a new, put it on opp head

Hope you see that red bandana with the mophead

That’s SkubaRu slidin' with the bopstick

I spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh

We spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh

We love to shoot a new nigga on opp shit

I don’t wanna talk to your social media, that’s cop shit

Aye, if you on they side, you can stay there

You a dicksucker, we don’t play that, huh

You can be your people, I don’t need no help

I got apes round me, we a peel your scalp

Yeah, ridin' with your brothers, what you supposed to do, huh

Catch you slidin' with them niggas, then I’m smokin' you

I can’t fuck with your kind, boy it’s hoe in you, huh

You believe in niggas lyin', where your morals at?

Press that button one time, we got more than that

Pull up in a car full of cans, good 40 pack

Something happened to you, don’t know why?

Yeah, I ordered that

Broke ass nigga, you another nigga chain rocker

And you tryna get your name off

Another mothafucka who ain’t got shit to gain off you

Got this shit on my own, huh

Ran through hundred thousand, you in public housing

Choppa roundhouse kick him, holla Ronda Rousey

You ain’t, gettin' no chicken, hustle kinda lousy

Your shit extra weak, we press 'em where they don’t allow it

Smoke your bitch allowence

Bitch it’s Bartier Bounty

Put that money on your head, my dogs gon' hound you

You a pussy ass nigga, get shot if you pounce

Tryna tell your brother 'nem it’s some opps in the house

We got chops in the couch

I mean, we got bops in the bouch

Huh, ooh

Wreck them bitches, we out

Put your people in the wood, good hoe nigga stout

When you gettin' money, it bring the hoes and the hoe niggas on

Beat a nigga in front his house, don’t even know what that’s about

Niggas be in they feelings

Another reason to kill 'em

You a bitch I can feel it

You a bitch I can sense it

You said you a simp, you just ask for attention

Don’t get the wrong attention, that you ain’t lookin' for

Catch your BM by herself and I’ma cook that hoe

Better watch where you travel, be them book that show

Better watch what you say

Ain’t no tellin' what I took that for

Killin' you and killin' him, y’all together right?

Niggas better get some nuts, put up a better fight

Catch a nigga lackin', we gon' end a life

Bitch it’s Get Back Gang till I feel better

Real Big Skoob, real St. Louis

Street sweeper on my lap, say I won’t do it

Catch you where you ain’t supposed to be, say I won’t shoot you

Catch you where you is supposed to be, ain’t shit neutral

Buss you, and them niggas that I know, ain’t shit mutual

Choppa make 'em say «damn, this bitch crucial»

That bando got that bitch, them niggas Duski

Probably never seen them niggas, they be put up

We be outside like right now, we gon' pull up, hmm

Get you shook up, hmm

12 hop behind us, nigga tear the hook up

V12 in this bitch, they can’t book us

I’m the pressure round this bitch, tell 'em «look up!», hmm

Tell 'em «look out!», hmm

I’ll have my people in this bitch like it’s a cookout

Treat him like a date, get him took out

Treat him like leftovers, get him took out

Hmm, bitch

Get him took out, take out