Horseplay - Sada Baby

Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain’t got no kids

Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain’t got no crib

Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live

Don’t matter I got his address If I want that nig-

Pooh, you a fool for this one

I always rap about my

I always rap about my

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Okay, he ain’t talkin' like me, no way

I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K

I always ride with some drakes

You always ride with some snakes

Bust me a script, go down the way

Brand new whip from out the way

Can’t keep your ho up out my face

Now I sell dope up out her place

Now your kids be doing my dance

Beat your son ass if he go in my pants

Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash

But it won’t happen 'cause I move too fast

Shoot your ass if you move too fast

Two more bands for a cool cool bag

It got my bullets in it

Ayy, ayy, and I’m gonna bully niggas

Bitch say she wanna fuck with Skuba, better have some money with her

Nigga say he wanna fuck with me, that shit ain’t happening

Gang gang with me, and them the only niggas that’s brackin'

You other niggas be lackin', hmm, and ain’t about action

Before I dripped in this fashion, I was not giving out passes

Not slappin' no daps, I was pushing packs out of traps

Showin' niggas how to act, breakin' young bitches' backs, huh

Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain’t got no kids

Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain’t got no crib

Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live

Don’t matter I got his address If I want that nigga dead, huh

Now these dance moves, huh, got my chains dancing too, ayy

And this Rolex, hmm, walked in and cashed it too, hmm

And this double cup, nigga?

Could’ve paid your rent with juice

That lil' bitch that you with, she loose and don’t do shit to your pockets

neither

You act like a nigga who grew up without a father figure

I act like a nigga who grew up playing with choppers, nigga

I know I’m a nigga who address who got some problems with me

Pull up on me if you feel you got one, it ain’t likely, is it?

(Huh)

Okay, he ain’t talkin' like me, no way

I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K

I always ride with some drakes

You always ride with some snakes

Bust me a script, go down the way

Brand new whip from out the way

Can’t keep your ho up out my face

Now I sell dope up out her place

Now your kids be doing my dance

Beat your son ass if he go in my pants

Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash

But it won’t happen 'cause I move too fast

Shoot your ass if you move too fast

Two more bands for a cool cool bag

It got my bullets in it