Sada Baby - 1955 lyrics

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Sada Baby - 1955 lyrics

[Intro] (Doughboy) Ayy No kizzy, true story (Trauma Tone) Huh, can't keep watching these ni**as, huh 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, huh Ayy, huh, can't keep watching these ni**as, huh 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, ayy [Verse] I don't give a fu*k 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand I don't give a fu*k 'bout havin' no friends, I ​hope you understand Don't need no new brother man, we'll shoot at you and your mans Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash Get on this rim, huh, get on y'all ass I ain't impressed with the sh*t y'all be flashin' Just hit the trap all the way from the mansion Got more bands in that b*tch than you can imagine I up the fire, shoot thе ni**as beside you I throw up 5, Lil Blood gon' match it I drop a four, we gon' go gеt a casket I got a stroke, but I go to the basket I gotta score 'cause I'm close to the basket Naw, I gotta score 'cause I already racked it Properly prepared, I practice Thank God for them L's I took, they was tragic Showed a ni**a how to bounce back like magic Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was absent Free Big Blood, Jid, what's brackin'? 'Cause of him, Skuba Steve been active I hate when motherfu*kers get to actin' Like they don't know what's up, huh, huh Hate when motherfu*kers get to askin' Like they don't know it's us Go down South, back up, huh Country big booty b*tch, huh fu*k me off of accident, huh fu*k me off my accent, yeah, huh Hit her twice on accident, yeah sh*t, she said she like dope boys, ni**a I'm a trap ni**a, so I'm the right man for the job She ain't peep, huh She ain't peep I was the— She ain't peep I was the right applicant And she ain't, she ain't seen my attitude was ravishing These ni**as ain't hoopers, fake shooters, they be trappin' like ni**as get mad, in they feelings Emotional like a lil' b*tch sh*t sadder than— I mean what I say 'bout them old-ass ni**as too I mean it for real, I'm adamant About anything I'm doin', huh, huh Too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh Gang like, "ni**a, let me chime in," he wanna put his two cents in Say naw, ni**a, we got M's, they can't get none of thems (Trauma Tone) Don't want my gang to be like y'all, that's my fear, huh, huh Happy as hell they don't just beef with me to start they career, huh I mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my ni**a, be serious If you doin' it like a hobby and not a habit, my ni**a, you weird See, I give my all to this sh*t, that's what I got up out it Yeah, all this sh*t, all this ice, all these diamonds Never had to ride a ni**a wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh Y'all ni**as in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent I played it bool 'cause ni**as played it bool, ain't no fool, never played the fool I'll take a ni**a plate of food, leave his sh*t on empty while I'm full Used to slang the rock off the top rope, Skuba Brahma Bull Chop came with the comma clip, you ain't never seen this kind of— nah Bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain't never seen this kind of tool I don't lie in none of my verses, you know Sada keep that ooh And I ain't here just to keep it cool, pussy-ass ni**a, this ain't school Give a fu*k about who you with, swear to God, people get it— ayy Give a fu*k about who you with, swear to God, your people get it too, huh First time I met your main mans, pressed his ass, b*tch, I'm SkubaRu Ask him 'bout it, ni**a, I'll, hey, b*tch, I'm SkubaRu Ask him 'bout it, ni**a, ayy Speak plain, ni**a, who is you? I'm the who's who of who's who Goofy-ass ni**as been through ni**as can't know what I— ahh ni**as can't know what I been through Must not know what I been through ni**a, you don't wanna get into it 'Cause I'ma kill you when I bump into you Ayy, huh, ni**a, I don't know that sh*t you know, huh Bang all my motherfu*kin' streets and brung us home Huh, huh, I don't know that sh*t you know Bang all my streets and brung us home Tapped in with Mari, Ruger, Zoe, Tone, and G Weeder, bring 'em home [Outro] Huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh Crank him up, then walk him outta here