[Sada Baby]
(RJ always trippin´, man, RJ always trippin´)
If you set trippin´, why you in Chiraq on Lil´ Steve?
He gon´ take you to the East to meet Skuba Steve, fuck you mean? Put him on his fuckin´ knees, bust his head

Know I´m on a bunch of lean, huh, bunch of red
Huh, huh, on Lil´ Steve
On gang
Ayy, hold up

[Sada Baby]
Deebo Lotti, he ain´t got no bodies, them boys ain´t slidin´
He ain´t ´bout it, he won´t hurt nobody, plus that boy ain´t solid
You know I got it, make me up this chopper, show you how we rocking
He see my beard, make that boy step back, Skuba ain´t no Rocket
Jab step, make that nigga buckle, they gon´ think we hooping
Got this Draco from my custo uncle, he don´t even use it

He done sold it to the right young nigga, you, know I´ma shoot it
Get to pressin´ niggas, ´timidatin´ niggas with this music
Get to stretching niggas, ´capitating niggas with this Uzi
You stuck your neck out for the wrong niggas, now you ´bout to lose it
Now you half-dead, now you bleeding out, you losin´ fluid
I got twin choppers, look like Bin Laden, they congruent
If they send Sada, I´ma end oppers with this Ruger
You a cock-blocker, your bitch dick suckin´, how you do it?
You be actin´ out, you know them clips around, this ain´t no movie

You a lame ass, broke, plain dressing ass goofy
Still got on drip when I load my shit, I just bought a brick
I´m talking shit, I´m a walking lick, still I´ll off a bitch
I´m off them grits and on Percocets, they say that don´t mix
But I´m legit, I´ll plead the Fifth and shoot you with the six

[Sada Baby & King Von]
Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon´ ride
Babe, ain´t no cap, she know that I´m that, look me in my eyes
Told him relax, we don´t beef on wax, I´ll see you outside
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin´, we all know you lied (Von)

[King Von]
Now be for real, you ain´t tryna drill, boy, you ain´t tryna kill
You off that pill, it got you actin´ tough, but that ain´t how you is
I´m that for real and I´m worth a mil´ and still get on your heels
He live right where? Now I´m in the car parked outside his crib
He got a pole, but that´s just for show, I know he a ho
He ain´t gon´ blow, bitch, I was tryna score when I was on parole
He got a pole, but that´s just for show, I know he a ho
He ain´t gon´ blow, bitch, I was tryna score when I was on parole

That boy a bitch, he shoot out the whip, nah, he ain´t really slidin´
They always miss, just running they lips, that´s why they keep on dyin´
Just hit they block, I´m talking twenty times, man, these niggas hiding
I caught the play and now I´m throwing bullets, I´m thinking it´s Madden
I got his lo´, can´t be moving slow, he right by the store
He got a fro with a Pelle coat, plus he with a ho
He on his phone, once I´m on your ass, boy, you on your own
I get ´em gone, it happened so fast, all he heard was boom
I´m from the WICC, I know I´m the shit, bitch, get off my dick
I never miss, they think that I´m cheatin´, my gun got a glitch

I mean a switch, I can shoot a brick and they still say I hit
I mean they hit, they caught that nigga Brick and hit him in his shit

[Sada Baby]
Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon´ ride
Babe, ain´t no cap, she know that I´m that, look me in my eyes
Told him relax, we don´t beef on wax, I´ll see you outside
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin´, we all know you lied
Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon´ ride
Babe, ain´t no cap, she know that I´m that, look me in my eyes

Told him relax, we don´t beef on wax, I´ll see you outside
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin´, we all know you lied, hmm