[Lil Yachty]
Yea
Uh
Yea, Yea
Uh
(Who the hell is Carlo)
Yea
[Lil Yachty]
This is Sada and this Scuba Boat, they call us the goat
Sippin' tris this my last resort, just like Papa Roach
Chanel jacket for my b*tch, on the side Chanel brooch
I ain't gon lie rather get to walkin', before I fly in coach (yea)
ni**as tie in demons when this sh*t start gettin' slow
Woke up started leanin', I can't even feel my toes
My lil' brother steady fiendin', I'm just happy it ain't coke (damn)
If it was I'll prolly punch him in his nose
Man I can't believe what these ni**as be doin'
For hoes
First ni**a I called and hit the D
Was Scuba Steve
I love my b*tch pussy cause it's tighter than Iverson sleeve
b*tch get on my nerve give me a headache, give me some Aleve
fu*k that
Thank God my opps got some money (Finally)
I was tired of beefin' with them ni**as, they was not on nothin'
[Sada Baby]
Aye
ni**as ain't never gon' be on sh*t
Had the ski mask on the keyboard, act like I'm gettin'
Had the ski mask on yo lil' hoe, everytime I went
Had the ski mask ni**a, ahhhh
Rack 'em up everytime I pull up (yea)
My godson grown as hell, don't wear no Pull-Ups (yea)
- shoot yo hood up (yea)
The only reason I know you over there cause y'all don't do nun (yea)
Y'all don't never leave, ni**as don't never eat
I go through there eatin', AK yo pooper eatin'
I get extra cheese, whippin' up all that Medellín
She gon' have sex with me, everytime you let her leave
Put the purse up on em, show em how that weather be (yea)
It be extra heat, ni**a better not mess with me (yea)
Only be with gang, don't like nobody where I'm from
Ain't got no friends in my bity, b*tch quit actin' dumb
Be with my brothers not no others, I ain't got no love
We do numbers every summer, that's why we got guns
I still make a ton
Serve that rocky cold, Tum-Tum
I can't hit the trap unless I'm bout to get a lump sum
Brazilian b*tch gon eat the dick like fresh water
I'ma pop a Perc so she can get the best Sada
Freaky b*tch gon' eat the dick like cassava
Look her in her eye, like b*tch don't call me Casada
Swing that b*tch like Oosthuizen, if you playin' with my guala
Pull up in some Prada, smoke a ni**a like some grabba
Go cucaracha on yo momma, I could sauce about them dollas
Shoot a ni**a if he holla, give a fu*k about no problems
When Lil Yachty pulled up in Detroit
They asked me where the choppa was
You know I
Would give it to him if he ain't have no drums
[Lil Yachty]
Ain't nobody solidare, b*tch we solitaires
I'm in Detroit, on my face is some Cartiers
Makin' M's writin' for these b*tches, like I'm Tyler Perry
Praying to my Jesus piece, like I'm Bloody Mary
I(Uh, uh, uh)
My way in her pussy
These ni**as too sensitive ‘round me, I think these ni**as pussy
I rolled up, on a ni**a b*tch like my name was Tootsie
Might could blow you up, but I need a chunk just like a chocolate cookie
I, really am (that ni**a)
I really pull up seven figures, that's one call and they flip ni**as
It's us
Gotta flex everyday, I'on wanna rust
Big sh*t, sit up in my garage collectin' dust
Respectful man on my jewelry, If I must say
You ain't su*kin' dick, so you better go catch that bus babe
My earrings could protect the whole ice age
Pussy