Sada Wada Lyrics
[Intro]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You see it pokin' out my—
Guaranteein'— ayy
I put the rocket on you, point a nigga to the moon
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You don't see the—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Hmm, ask that bitch like, "Who you talkin' to?"
Like you don't see this 30 pokin' out my joggin' suit?
Do I look like the type of nigga like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him, point a nigga to the moon
I got the box slappin', jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I'll cuss a nigga out, slick mouth like my mama, nah
Stomp a nigga out, watch your mouth, f*ck is wrong with you?
[Verse 1]
Like, bitch, I'm number one, I ain't number two
She know how to shake it 'cause she grew up off the Uncle Luke
And I know I can make it 'cause my baby show me what to do
You can never play me to my facе 'cause I don't f*ck with you
And, bitch, I got the gun and I wanna shoot
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We can play it how you wanna play it, what you wanna do?
And I f*ckеd around with OCs up in middle school
Your baby mama stuff the pills for me and pay the bills for you
And this no lie, I can't count the days that go by
I just know I can't, uh, f*ck with your kind
f*ck with me and I'm takin' your life
Huh, the big four-five, no IG, I'm endin' your life
We were sellin' whole things and tens in '05
I might hop out the Wraith and watch it ghost ride
[Chorus]
Hmm, ask that bitch like, "Who you talkin' to?"
Like you don't see this 30 pokin' out my joggin' suit?
Do I look like the type of nigga like to argue you?
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