Sada Baby - Black Harlow lyrics

Me and your b*tch gon' have sex if she look me in my eyes Me and your ho just met already on Valentine You and your ni**as get left, me and mines get right Hit a ni**a in his neck with this nasty ass nine Pop a Perc throw up my set hang that yopper out the ride I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5 They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my ni**as out for blood, you and your ni**as 'bout to die I can't show a ni**a love, he ain't ready for the slide Said I can't show a ni**a love if he ain't ready for the slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I Get a burnt up white T, get to fu*king with my squad I had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry Get your b*tch booty naked, go bang bang Keep a stick on my person, ain't for play play Keep a brick or two, we workin', got that yay-yay I might fly your BM out with her lyin' ass fu*k around stuff a script in her fine ass AR got an army issue clip, where you find that? Ain't get that sh*t from Action Impact, that's from 5 and 'em Few of my ni**as got them CCWs, why we ridin' with em Few of my ni**as don't, but on God still on sight with 'em We'll shoot you up, if you want it, or fight with you Lately I ain't had no time for it, got them pipes on us Back this b*tch up, light this b*tch up This ain't no stick up, but them sticks up He start with the boohoo face, he got his b*tch fu*ked Got her picked up, she ate the dick up Y'all don't spin no blocks, spend no money, y'all ain't spend nothin' She get dick, we get on y'all ass and we get money Always tryna flip something, a ni**a or his pickup The ho gon' give me head, she half dead and got the hiccups I ain't got no problem with you, but I still up a chopper on you You gotta play by Sada n 'em rules, I smash a ni**a with a bottle or two Sticks follow up get to sightin' on dude, then wrist follow up get to firin' on dude Then I'mma take a hoodrat right to the room, can't no lame ni**a fu*k up my mood Keep the party going Like it's Mardi Gras Got the flamethrower Let it body dog I was mindin' my motherfu*king business I wasn't even tryna rob you all I ain't scared of you ni**a not at all I ain't sparin' you Gang tied it off Put a fare on you We gon' round it off to the nearest thousand then knock you off b*tch, you can't, we drop you, uh Still shoot your mans he not involved Our 8-balls look like [?] To my fam gettin' off, ain't none of 'em got no [?] But I could never rip 'em off Them motherfu*kers got my people rich off dog Pop a Perc throw up my set hang that yopper out the ride I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5 They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my ni**as out for blood, you and your ni**as 'bout to die I can't show a ni**a love, he ain't ready for the slide Said I can't show a ni**a love if he ain't ready for the slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I Get a burnt up white T, get to fu*king with my squad