Skub - Sada Baby

Know some niggas pussy, that’s on everything

Try to know them lame niggas smoke a Mary Jane

Can’t be married to no bitch I’m blowing wedding cake

You get buried wit' them niggas you get carried away

Choppa make his body separate, do it in every way

I want a hood bitch wit' cheese, a Jasmine Renee

No, I don’t want no bitch, but I be horny though

I ain’t got no time for 'em, that’s why I ignore these hoes

I got a lotta bands on me, what they fuckin' fo'

But this money for this war I’m 'bout to touch a opp

AR with the drum, it’s gon' cut his top

They think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop

They think I’m 'greein' wit' 'em way I touch the yap

Uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, Skub

Yeah, Big Skub

Thuggin' up in public, you fuck wit' me, I’m rude

Bitch, I got suspended every time I went to school

Never learned nothin' 'cause I told you cut a fool

Notice I said cut instead of act because it’s true

I ain’t never act unless they act up in my double cup

Niggas don’t want action, bitch I’m rackin', we a double up

Bitch, I make magic, I’ll pop, watch it bubble up, Skub

Bitch, don’t call me non' else

When the wraith on yo' ass, ain’t no callin' for help

Once them Drakes on yo' ass, all these on with the shells

Skuba man got the bands, they like dawg off the shelf

That’s yo' man’s, he get crash and can dog it to hell

I shot that bitch through the fans, I heard all of them yells

Yo' BM got my dick in her hands, put it all on her nails

Made that bitch move my grams, she get all of the sales, Skub

Bitch, that’s my first name

Used to hit licks for the rent when the first came

Empty out a whole hundred clips, got the worst aim

Broski hit a nigga in his shit, he a hurt lame

If I wasn’t on top of my shit, that would hurt game

But bitch I been on my P’s and Q’s, it’s the first day

On God, I get to shakin' some shit like a earthquake

But bitch I run my bidi, I’m the man in my birthplace, Skub

Aye, yeah, that’s how you address me

I been ballin', pullin' numbers, I need me a Espie

Yo' mama in my call log, code name Bestie

She gimme the script for them Perc O’Septies

I look at that old bitch like, «Her so sexy»

And she look at that young nigga like I’m that one nigga

I look at myself and know that I’m that one nigga

Been that one nigga

If it’s up it’s stuck nigga, Skub

Aye, ooh, let’s talk about it

I got the nickname from my big daddy, on my mama

Bitch, I turn to Adam Sandler when I’m off the molly

Get to Skuba divin' every bitch that come around me

Get to Skuba divin' every bitch that bum around me

Bitch, we supersizin' every clip that come around me

Niggas shoot for Sada, main reason they hung around me

Nigga, I’ll shoot for Sada, boy I’ll bust somebody, Skub

Skuba rube and I’m in Bompton

Really Skuba rube wherever I’m at often

Nasty Skub when I’m in that pussy often

Walk Arc, double cup, good sauce pack

Gucci jacket one on one, it’s off the rack

Took a nigga bitch, still ain’t brought her back

Off the easy, shoot the 4−5 off his hat

Order a airstrike right where her dawg be at, Skub

Skuba Baby, there go Skub ass

That’s what gang gang call me wit' my Bool ass

When I’m on that bullshit, they never turn me down

They know I don’t pass my 'woods, ain’t enough to go around

They like, Skub trippin', there he go again

But they move wit' him, cause ain’t no hoe in them

Ain’t no hoe in him, ain’t no hoe in me

No, ain’t no hoe in we, and we a blow at them, Skub

Talk Skuba Steve

Toughest nigga in it, ain’t no soft, Skuba Steve

Dawg know he shouldn’t a played it raw, Skuba Steve

But it’s a wrap, cause you cut that nigga off, Skuba Steve

If that boy was smart, he should’ve fucked wit' you, Steve

Cause from the start, boy, that nigga couldn’t fuck wit' you, Steve

You ain’t never need no nigga, I see that shit, Skub

Know they see this shit too, MVP, bitch, I’m Skub

No, I don’t want no bitch, but I be horny though

(I ain’t got no time for 'em, that’s why I ignore these hoes)

I got a lot of bands on me, what they fuckin' fo'

(But this money for this war, I’m bout to touch a opp)

AR with the drum, it’s gon' cut his top

They think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop

They think I’m 'greein' wit' 'em the way I grab the yap

Uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, Skub

(June, you’re a genius)