Sada Baby - CJ lyrics

(It's a 6Foe beat)
Yeah, yeah, type ten
Uhh
Told Duff put some gangster shit on, nigga
How he boming?

Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name
I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man
I ain't grow up to be no snitch
Uh, put that shit on gang, huh
Put that on my name
Huh

Better stand on business 'fore they
Knock you off your feet
I know a nigga lost his life
Just from tryna cross the street
And I can hit you with the white
But it might not be cheap
I got on ice with my pipe, boy
Don't try that shit with me
Listen
East Side repre— who? yeah, huh
East Side representat— uh, hold up
East Sidе representativе, I'm on bullshit
Why would I worry 'bout a
Nigga with this full clip?
I don't get defensive, we on offense
Get extra
Send some extra bullets through his coffin
Bang, dang, dang, boogie, get busy
Every nigga really ready for that war
You see 'em with it
Strapped up with my partners
Behind enemy line
Huh
Fucking with some bitches that be
With them, they be lying
Listen
We got that dope to take
Your custos out the line
I keep a new check every two weeks
Like I'm working on the line
Listen, ahh, hmm
But me not at the plant
I got banjos in my pants
Uh, and I know how to dance
A ugly reckless motherfucker with a blick
Don't take no chance
I'ma have sex with your girlfriend from
The front 'cause I romance
Now listen, ah, tuh, huh, roses on the bed
Yeah
Perkies with her friend
Put a jersey on her head, listen
Huh, bitch I be done showed
Up early for them bands
In the game, glasses on, James
Worthy, I'm the man
Huh
Ah, huh
Bro-bro shooting funny
He Jamaal Wilkes, uh
Ayy
But that shit don't matter
It get y'all killed
I switch up my spots if I
Think them people onto me
She do backflips over ice
I made her look like Surya Bonaly
God damn, ah, huh
Protect it like it's precious
Got a ruler hanging out that whoo-wham
He gon' learn his lesson
Uh, I won't wear no jump suit
But got moves like Elvis Presley
Got a bitch that score like I score
She built like Lisa Leslie
I do

Nigga
All night how I'm cooking, nigga
Lil' bit of zaza
Got about two-fifty on in them charms

I don't bring my gun around the— nah, hm
I won't bring my gun around the gang
I can't use that bitch
No, hmm, re-rock
You can't bring your gun around me
You won't use that bitch
Listen
Don't care, ah, tuh
I don't care how you feel
Pull up with that chopper
Get to cutting out of Bonnyville
Corner, hop up out it
Got that striker sitting off in the field
Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch
Get revenge for Emmett Till
Listen, ah, hmm, huh
Probably ain't 'posed to say that, ah
Me don't give no fuck
I'm out here looking for that payback
Huh, we go past Ajax
Spin a wheel to break the bank bag
I got half a tank gas, pull up
Get you straight jabbed
Bro-bro put that hoodie on
You better run 'cause on my mama
I don't know what he on
I just know he don't give
Two fucks about buddy bone
Your ho in love with me 'cause
Me don't never fuck her wrong
Listen
Huh, she thought she was
Hooked, huh, told her
"Gotta be quicker than that"
Huh, I need me a book
I've been trapping out them extra packs
Huh, yeah
It's words on top of that work
Soon as you open it
Huh, let you know what the fuck
You doing before you smoke it
Huh, she ain't even know it, tuh
The old-ass lady
Uh, she ain't even know her son
Got smoked 'cause she a smoker
She was in there getting high while
He out there on the poster
You know that hard shit too
Strong, broke her neck
It had choked her

Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I
Ain't gon' say her name
Uh
2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name
I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man
I ain't grow up to be no snitch
I put that on my gang
I put that on my name
I grew up to be the man, I
Ain't grow up to be no
Huh
Grew up to be the man, I
Ain't grow up to be no
No

So look, mate, like, I'm
Strolling through the street
Right?
And I've, I've just left, you know, my, my
My office space here
I've been working late
I look 'cross the way and
There's, like, this fucking dude
He's surrounded by, like, a
Battalion of fucking people
Right?
It's this guy now
He's a famous fucking rapper and all that
My man scoop, he scoops me up
He's like, "Mate, what are you doing?"
I'm like, "Mate, I don't even know
Who the fuck you are, like
You know what I mean?"
He's like, "Ah, man, shut it, mate"
He throws me in the car, right?
And I'm rolling around with all of the
Fucking people, it's fucking
Absolutely madness
Mate
And I'm all I'm trying to figure out
Is where the hell we're going
And, like, I just wake up the next day
With, like, some fucking bitch's fucking
Jewelry all around me
Yeah?
In a fucking room
Right? A har— with a harem full of wives
King Solomon sized, mate
And all kinds of fucking narcotics
And it, and it's, life has just
Never been the fucking same since
Mate
I mean, if you don't know who this guy is
You've gotta fucking go find out