2K20 - Sada Baby

Hmm, faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour

I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car

Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large

Huh, I’ma spend that shit again because you can’t do it

Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I’m Ray Lewis

Carbine carbine, act retarded only get you dropped with it

Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that’s my shit

G at Gino, JJ mom a teacher, know I got this

Get to rappin' like I’m Drego, but this ain’t «Bloxk Party»

Talk to niggas with my Draco, it make his block party

I can’t rap beef, I won’t get my niggas locked up

Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up

Send me a personal, you ain’t fuckin' with the size up

Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up

Uh, big ten milli' pokin' out, I can’t hide it

I’m outside on Maxwell like, «Where the slide at?»

I know damn well they know better not to try that

Freak ho, baby, I hit your BM with a sidestep, hey

Ho nigga mad I’m fuckin' on his cousin

Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'

Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain’t gon' touch me

I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I’m back on ho shit

Heat check, nigga (Fah), keep that, nigga

I’m in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga

She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga

Still made her hit the road, can you believe that?

I know you can

Niggas in they feelings, wanted features and I hoed they ass

Hahahahaha, he want smoke, so I’m gon' load the mag

We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag

With they nosey ass, hahaha, hmm, ayy

Bitch, I’m Freaky Kuz with a K, I made my nina bust

I’m the leader of the Eastside Apes, don’t get your nieces fucked

High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up

I got lean to cover, roll my window down, I’m leaving blood, hahahahaha

Huh, bitch, I’m leaving blood

On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha

Mr. make the dog food walk on water

A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter, ayy, huh

Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour

I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Run up on police with Dolla, smacked

Naw, nigga, fuck that

We can’t hit your block once, bitch, we gotta bome back

Drums ain’t empty, bullets ain’t even hit your son yet

What?

How you think I know your bitch?

That might not be your son, jack

Ign’ant, been retarded, this ain’t nothin' new to niggas

I put icing on your ho’s lil' booty, toaster strudel with it

Spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon' do with it?

Stupid, I lined your ass up and got you noodle whipped

It’s up, it’s stuck, give no fucks, ain’t no passes, hmm

That fire melt a pussy nigga like he plastic, ayy

I’ll bust a brick in your baby tub, savage, nigga

And made a sandwich in your kitchen, I’m a classic nigga

I mean blassic, I’m Blood, I’m the red whoop

Talkin' out the side of your neck gon' get your head whooped

Got the wham on the whoopty, on God, I’ll blam

Knock a nigga off that nag with that mag, Jackson, Samuel, huh

Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour

I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car