Google My Name - Mazerati Ricky, Sada Baby

Ayy

Hmm, hmm, hmm, ayy

Your baby mama 'nem gon' up if I say it’s good

Nigga talkin' brazy 'bout the set, we gon' take his hood

Life come with ups and downs, we take the good

Right with the bad, stuff all that shit in the wood

I love my city, I just hate I gotta duck the task

I’m in your city, want me to call for a hundred bags

Google my name, authorities they took a Lambo from me

Fired a ho, the bitch think she ran a scandal on me

I hit the Bay, I mind my business, smoke my apple fritter

A thousand dollars for this rockstar outfit nigga

Everybody with me got them chops, don’t doubt them niggas

From East Side to Oak Park, you know 'bout them niggas

Load a gun and roll a blunt 'cause all I want is smoke

You’ll never get no bread 'cause all you want is hoes

Skuba Steve and Mazerati leanin' off a four

A nigga tell another lie, we knockin' off his nose

Sada they hatin' blood, I do this for the sake of us

And I’ma only bust him if he in the way of gettin' this paper up

These politics’ll keep a nigga so thugged out

Used to cook coke 'til the smoke had me bugged out

From the hands of FN’s, say we can slug it out

Always wanted to be the realest nigga, it wasn’t no goin' out

And niggas showin' out, this foolie won’t get to blowin' out

I blow a few strips to show you niggas what I’m talkin' 'bout

And by the time I get to speaking, it’s already over

Pop up 'bout that bread, four-five my toaster

Chopstick got teeth like an alligator

Rick slide up with red beam in that Navigator, huh

I be tryna forget that prison time, that shit be blurry

I swear I love that lady said not guilty in that jury

Hundred Shot Nick, legendary for all them murders

Shooter Gang Skooba Scoops in an all black Suburban

I got an M16 big as my nephew

And your bitch got you in your feelings 'cause she just left you

And I just bought my bitch a chain 'cause she special

Still got a new Desert Eagle to knock your vest loose

And I’m the blood up out the streets, I’m down to slide, I chew the beef

Don’t fuck with slabs, I moved to P’s, I serve outside in two degrees

Rocky diamond jubilees, forty-ones and cuban links

Shoot you in the one that wink, not the one that stink

Money shit simple, it’s like practice to AI

Rich nigga, all you gotta do is say it and she gon' pay up

If I’m touched, I guarantee somethin' slumped for the day up

And rich nigga gon' call talkin' 'bout he tryna pay up

Divide the pie, every cake with extra layer

Every shooter deserve to eat, a seat at every table

Dibs is extra cheese and we rockin' with the mayor

Roll cookie in the D and we blowin' out the pound, nigga

No room