Sada Wada

You stupid ass little boy
Ay, like who you talking to
Pokin' out my, ay ay
Put the rocket on and put the nigga to the moon
Ay,ay like who you talking to, you dont see the, ay ay

I asked the bitch like who you talking to
Like, you don't see this 30 pokin' out my girl's suit
Do I look like the type of nigga that I can argue?
I put the rocket on and point the nigga to the moon
I got the box slidin', jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell the bar food, screw what keeps the momma good

Curse a nigga out, slit the mouth like my momma knows
Step a nigga out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?
Bitch, I'm number one, I ain't number two
She know how to shake it, 'cause she grew up off the Uncle Lou
And I know I can make it, 'cause my baby show me what to do
You can never play me to my face, 'cause I don't fuck with you
And bitch, I got the gun, and I wanna shoot
We can play it how you wanna play it, what you wanna do
And now I'm fuckin' all of those kids up in middle school
Your baby momma's takin' pills from me and payin' the bills for you

And it's no lie, I can't count the days that go by
I just know I can't fuck with your guy
Fuck with me and I'm takin' your lies
Your big four-five, no IG, I'm ending yo lives
We be sellin' old things and tens of old fags
I might hop on the Wraith and watch it ghost ride

I asked the bitch like who you talking to
Like, you don't see this 30 pokin' out my girl's suit
Do I look like the type of nigga that I can argue?
I put the rocket on and point the nigga to the moon
I got the box slidin', jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell the bar food, screw what keeps the momma good
Curse a nigga out, slit my mouth like my momma knows
Step a nigga out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?

Bitch, you know I'm young, and I'm in love with you
I can never fuck another bitch how I be fuckin' you
Feelin' like I'm off the drug when i am layin up under you
You can never suck another dick how you be suckin' school
And I just picked another dub, 'cause I wanted to
Had to show a pussy nigga this would be a look
Had a nigga get big and then stick around with the school
Now I'm an icy ass nigga in my interviews

Your nigga had to judge before I had a jeweler
Shoot a nigga in the eye, he look like Rick the Fool
Now my neck look like a freezer and my wrist a cooler
My nigga made 30,000 in this bitch, he cool
Nigga sellin' drugs, gotta feed the shooters
Say I pop up at church, you think that they won't do it
Slide up, send an email, screamin' hallelujah
Grab my ankle, make it bible Tuesday

I asked the bitch like who you talking to
Like, you don't see this 30 pokin' out my girl's suit
Do I look like the type of nigga that I can argue?
I put the rocket on and point the nigga to the moon
I got the box slidin', jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell the bar food, screw what keeps the momma good
Curse a nigga out, slit my mouth like my momma knows
Step a nigga out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?



Credits
Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Craig Jenkins
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