SB5 (Feat. Sada Baby)

Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah 30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga Verse 1: Lil Yachty I left out of school without 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 Ks 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 nigga 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 nigga like breast lumps Lot on the black pump Pumping on tank three Three in the morning, I'm half sleep Verse 2: Sada Baby And nigga I'm half woke Still aware enough to tell your bitch I'm an asshole I'm worried 'bout cash flow, income, and getting the bag though I'm through the back door with my main bitch Can't get caught with my side ho I got Bape on, Baby Milo Bring the bricks on the high low This bitch only 5'4 but her throat feel like it's seven feet deep She sucking dick with a blindfold Made me disappear like my weed I'm going in, bitch, its guaranteed Left my momma house at seventeen 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 bitch cooking steak for me In the 'Rari running from the state police Chopper hold a hundred, say the least Lil nigga bout to die so say your peace I know I gotta stay low-key My granny said she pray for me She know I keep a K on me I was waiting on a nigga to play with me Bitch 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 Verse 3: Lil Yachty 488, yeah the Spider Red and yellow like I'm Rowdy Piper Give a damn if shorty got a nigga If the bitch 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 Bitch with me got Balmain like a biker Bitch, what I want is hard to decipher In a cypher most these niggas liars Austin Power groovy, Michael Myers Kill 'em off like Chris in Stomp the Yard This lil' bitch right here, she got me hard She just want the last four to my card Drop her off right there on boulevard Fucked her once and left the baby scarred Verse 4: 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 served your spouse up at the bar And you told like the mouse you are Watch your mouth, you snitching from afar Make no sense, you niggas work with law Verse 5: Lil Yachty Make no sense, you niggas need address Left the nest, the team is 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 Fucked her, now she setting up the desk Fuck her, now she organize my clothes Niggas mad I'm sending lower blows Niggas mad I'm fucking better hoes I'm a G, sucking ne'er toe But I flipped the pussy like some dough Freckles on her face like dominos Outro 30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga