Lil Yachty - SB5 lyrics

[Lil Yachty] I left out of school without my momma's permission They wanted me dead, they be hoping and wishing I'm still in your bags when I'm put in position I'm dressed in all white like a chef in the kitchen Lil Sada boat baby, i rock then i work All these K but i would still have joined the navy Remember that shoot out in my red Vans Had to duck, loaded the bullet almost grazed me I stand??? but now I'm the type of ni**a That aim so right when I shoot I ain't gotta dump Twelve o'clock in the whip looking for the trunk And you can't fake the funk Pistol attached to a ni**a like breast lumps Lot on the black pump Pumping on tank three Three in the morning, I'm half asleep [Sada Baby] And ni**a I'm half woke Still aware enough to tell your b*tch I'm an a**hole I'm worried 'bout cash flow, income, and getting the bag though I'm through the back door with my main b*tch Can't get caught with my side ho I got Bape on baby, Milo Bring the bricks on the high low This b*tch only 5'4" but her throat feel like it's seven feet deep She su*king dick with a blindfold Made me disappear like my weed I'm going in, b*tch, its guaranteed Left my momma house at 17 Met my first opp on Evergreen He got dropped with guns he never seen Had murder on my mind then, free YNW Melly I don't know why you hating on me Give me a reason to leave the Drac' on E Got this b*tch cooking steak for me In the 'rari running from the state police Chopper hold a hundred, say the least Lil ni**a bout to die so say your peace I know I gotta stay lowkey My granny said she pray for me She know I keep a K on me I was waiting for a ni**a to play with me b*tch I'm a lover and a fighter Keep two sticks on me like striker Custom vests, I ain't no biker She could stay the night if I invite her [Lil Yachty] 488, yeah the spider Red and yellow like I'm Rowdy Piper Give a damn if shorty got a ni**a If the b*tch is going I'ma pipe her Choppa 'round my belt like eight numbers Eight numbers like I was at Rikers Pistol snug like it's in a diaper b*tch with me got Balmain like a biker b*tch, what I want is hard to decipher In a cypher most these ni**as liars Austin Power groovy, Michael Myers Kill 'em off like Chris in Stomp the Yard This b*tch right here, she got me hard She just want the last 4 to my card Drop her off right there on boulevard fu*ked her once and left the baby scarred [Saba Baby] She was wearing Fendi leotards I been cooking, whipping Leonard DiCaprio, this white boy a star Trapping out the house and in the car I just ??? at the bar And you told like the mouse you are Watch your mouth, you snitching from afar Make no sense, you ni**as work with law [Lil Yachty] Make no sense, you ni**as need address Left ??? still correct Collect the bag, the bag I will collect I'm the richer man, I won't contest I'm the better rapper, I confess fu*ked her now she setting up the desk fu*k her now she organize my clothes ni**as mad I'm sending lower blows ni**as mad I'm fu*king better hoes I'm a G, su*king ne'er toe But I flipped the pussy like some dough Freckles on her face like dominos