Skilla Baby, Sada Baby - Tim Dunkin lyrics

(It's a Wayne beat, His name's Pablo)

Rich nigga vibes, get a nigga fried
Make the pape' flip two times
Then it's gettin' tied
I know a bitch gon' fuck me if
She look me in my eye
Young nigga, I got pull, I got real mob ties
I can get a nigga rich or get a nigga robbed
I'll level to the devil
Only lookin' up to God i don't stress
I got real street niggas on my side
Turnt young nigga
I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every nigga with me got some
Money and a pistol
Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other niggas' hoes
That's what I'm into
Grind like the rent due
I need a hundred M's too
I open up to God, he the only one I vent to
Neck on freezer, wrist on water
Drop a nigga like a mixtape, nigga
This Tha Carter
My old bitch thick, she look like Mrs parker
I know some young niggas go
On hit's in the Charger
He'll die for this shit, he a martyr
Young nigga, make sure the killers good
They don't charge me
Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin
Young nigga tryna hit every
Bitch around but Karma (Huh?)
Put the smoke in the air
The opps can't breathe
Your nigga slid, but he choked
That boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock
When I cock back
I'ma leave some O's in an opp
Wrist bust crazy
I think I froze up the watch
Better not tell your business
To a nosy-ass thot out of town with a cold
Old bitch and she pretty
She from the city, waist snatched
And she thicker than saditty
See the killers, yeah, they with me
See they 'fit, see they neck
See they wrist, man
I think this shit damn near a ticket

Hold on, huh
How they think we not with it? Huh
Niggas always gone, how we not busy? Huh
Two-sixty in this coupe
Who in the drop with me? Huh
This Babyman ridin' with a bopstick, listen
Hold up (Nah)
Hold up i don't want no nigga by my
Side if it ain't brother, huh
Every time we choose to come outside
We'll bust you
Nah, every time he choose to use a nine
He'll dump it
Uh, we ain't tryna talk like no more times
Fuck discussions uh, soon as a nigga get out
Of line, we gon' rush him, huh
G74 the orange soda, we gon' crush him
Fuck, uh, uh
I had some more, but Skilla Baby said

Fuck it don't want no ho niggas around me
Don't trust 'em drum on the stick
But it sound like a trumpet
Every time a freak booty around, I'ma hump it
Huh? I heard the opp niggas hate me
I love it
I know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach
Young nigga always going to the bank
Tim Duncan

Huh, how the fuck we not crunchin'?
Put his BM pussy in the boxing
Gym and get to punchin'
Everything I do, I take my time
Don't be rushin'
Huh, white woman love to drink
Vodka 'cause she Russian, fuck
What's your conjunction, uh, junction? Huh
Throw a nigga off a cliff like he a stuntman
Huh
With a new foreign bitch who got a sun tan
Huh
I be low-key, but still got the upper hand
Huh i hope you understand, naw
I hope she understand
I'm one of them niggas that
She can never fuck again, huh
I can't eat it if she ain't
Just take no bubble bath fuck
Still gon' tax her brother like I'm Uncle Sam
Big ape, I got monkey bars like a jungle gym
Fuck, mmm, huh
I got seventy-seven bitches claimin' they
In love with me
And they uh, uh, claimin' they
In love with him, huh
Mr him not them, huh, Mr i'm gon' win, huh
Mr kick it with a bitch
She tap me on her shin tsh, huh
Mr soon as she suck my dick
She tap me on her chin, huh
Mr platinum Cartiers with the heron lens, huh
Mr i can't trust a ho, she
Can fuck my mans, hmm, listen, nigga