Sada Baby Lyrics – Sada Baby Age

150/55

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

Flip ’em, I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain’t Bitch Squad
150/55 can’t let shit slide
I’m from the eastside, you ain’t see no nigga live
Get that boi shit back, catch a nigga blow his shit out
Don’t make me get out
Do have the skill to pull them clips out

Libro 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
Probably that track hog cheap when we found [?]

Every other day I’m buying box 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 reminiscning we was hot heads, drillin’ shit

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 arithmatic
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 scalpal I ain’t got a blick
Same Glock be yours automatic, mine shit got a switch

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 Drake on yo ass, give you close casket
I shot an opp bitch too since them hoes ask
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 Kasas
And I shot that bitch from close, like I go to Duke
For Chris and Calvin, throwin’ C’s, like I roll with Snoop

And Capernella throwin’ P’s, know I’m Skubaru
Bitch Squad fresh stomp a nigga if I got my 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 feel 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, rock 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

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

150/55 Lyrics