Sada Baby and G Herbo - 150/55
Hmm (DJ Metro)
Hmm
Aight (DJ Victorious, we mean the business)
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns (I did)
I told her, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a Perc', this the second one
How I whip a brick like a baby? Good negligence (what else?)
I just put a two on topside, black excellence (what else?)
I cook dope all day, I'm the GOAT wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't No Limit
Shorty nem'll squeeze up in school, ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased bout a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason to do bad business
Fuckin' wit' that bag, have my mans kill 'em (go)
Flip 'em, how I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp and don't get him dropped, I ain't big squad
It's 150 with 55, can't let shit slide
I'm from the east side, you ain't see no nigga this live
Get that boy shit back, catch a nigga blow his shit out (bitch)
Don't make me get out
Doo-wop and Skill'll pull 'em clips out
Lil' bro made 'em shut the club down, nigga flipped out
Seen this shit, open close range, face ripped out
Caught so many stupid niggas walkin' outta bitch house
It ain't shit to fund a couple wars, I'm so rich now
We get on that boy ass, better get 'round (pussy)
Probably in that Trackhawk Jeep when we find 'em (skrrt-skrrt)
Every other day I'm buyin' box for my niggas nem
Lame nigga keep chasin' clout, we gon' get at him
And every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin' him
Nigga actin' like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine
I got Runflats on my tires 'cause we in this shit
Five glicks, we be 4-7 'cause we in the six (skrrt)
What I tell you bout a nigga age, they ain't innocent
I be reminiscin', we was hot heads drillin' shit
I rememberin'
All the bitches that was into me
We got intimate, and then I left and made them ignorant
I'm inconsiderate, don't give a fuck 'cause I'm belligerent (what else?)
And deliberate, I end my enemies with fifty clips
Squeeze militant
Went on missions then I'm ignorant
Stay listenin', taught myself 'cause I got discipline
Diamonds glistenin', that ain't shit, I paid a brick for this
Made an M this year and ain't do shit, now that's arithmetic
Made an M and I couldn't even travel, ain't that 'bout a bitch?
Niggas takin' shit up in the street, but ain't that ,bout a bitch?
Go to NY, I'm tote a scalpel I ain't got a blick
Same Glock but yours automatic, mine shit got a switch
Burns on my back, so I keep a burner in the trap
I send a nigga to his grave, if it's 'bout a bag
Drop a body, tell nobody 'bout it I ain't gotta brag
4-5 or the 0-9, gotta lotta mags
Bust them apes on your ass, ain't no more chances (what else?)
Up this Draco on yo ass, give you close casket
And I shoot an opp and bitch too, since them hoes ask
Hold the AR wit' my stomach like we slow dancin'
Kidnap a nigga just to kill 'em, it ain't no ransom
Ridin' with the clique, fuck a bitch, we ain't romancin'
Whoop a nigga quick, all kicks, call it no hands
Pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances
This bitch'll fall off your waist, can't do no dancin'
Oppers can't even get near me, ain't got no transit
Fuckin' off in a foreign 'til we blow transits
My bro shoot this bitch from half, like he go to Kansas
And I shot that bitch from close, like I go to Duke
For Chris and Calvin, throwin' C's, like I roll with Snoop
And Capernella throwin' P's, know I'm Skubaru
Bitch Squad fresh, stomp a nigga if I got my woo
I just smoked eleventeen blunts up in Illinois
When I link up with your smut, I won't get annoyed
When I break up with that butt, I won't feel a void
I just made another hunnid racks, I was aimin' for it
Open up ten traps you can get employed
Get another twenty stripes you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, rock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans
Once you put it on the floor, you takin' the L
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns (I did)
I told her, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a Perc', this the second one
How I whip a brick like a baby? Good negligence (what else?)
I just put a two on topside, black excellence (what else?)
I cook dope all day, I'm the GOAT wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't No Limit
Shorty nem'll squeeze up in school, ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased bout a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason to do bad business
Fuckin' wit' that bag, have my mans kill 'em (go)
Flip 'em, how I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp and don't get him dropped, I ain't big squad
It's 150 with 55, can't let shit slide
I'm from the east side, you ain't see no nigga this live
Bitch
(DJ Victorious, we mean the business)
Written by:
Casada Aaron Sorrell, Herbert Wright III
Publisher:
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