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Yea
Uh
Yea, Yea
Uh
(Who the hell is Carlo)
Yea

This is Sada and this Scuba Boat, they call us the goat
Sippin’ tris this my last resort, just like Papa Roach
Chanel jacket for my b*t*h, on the side Chanel brooch
I ain’t gon lie rather get to walkin’, before I fly in coach (yea)
n***as tie in demons when this sh*t start gettin’ slow
Woke up started leanin’, I can’t even feel my toes
My lil' brother steady fiendin', I’m just happy it ain’t coke (damn)
If it was I’ll prolly punch him in his nose
Man I can’t believe what these n***as be doin’
For hoеs
First n***a I called and hit the D
Was Scuba Stevе
I love my b*t*h pu**y cause it’s tighter than Iverson sleeve
b*t*h get on my nerve give me a headache, give me some Aleve
f**k that
Thank God my opps got some money (Finally)
I was tired of beefin’ with them n***as, they was not on nothin’

Aye
n***as ain’t never gon’ be on sh*t
Had the ski mask on the keyboard, act like I’m gettin’
Had the ski mask on yo lil' hoe, everytime I went
Had the ski mask n***a, ahhhh
Rack 'em up everytime I pull up (yea)
My godson grown as hell, don’t wear no Pull-Ups (yea)
- shoot yo hood up (yea)
The only reason I know you over there cause y’all don’t do nun (yea)
Y’all don’t never leave, n***as don’t never eat
I go through there eatin’, AK yo pooper eatin’
I get extra cheese, whippin’ up all that Medellín
She gon' have sex with me, everytime you let her leave
Put the purse up on em, show em how that weather be (yea)
It be extra heat, n***a better not mess with me (yea)
Only be with gang, don’t like nobody where I'm from
Ain’t got no friends in my bity, b*t*h quit actin’ dumb
Be with my brothers not no others, I ain’t got no love
We do numbers every summer, that's why we got guns
I still make a ton
Serve that rocky cold, Tum-Tum
I can’t hit the trap unless I’m bout to get a lump sum
Brazilian b*t*h gon eat the d**k like fresh water
I’ma pop a Perc so she can get the best Sada
Freaky b*t*h gon' eat the d**k like cassava
Look her in her eye, like b*t*h don’t call me Casada
Swing that b*t*h like Oosthuizen, if you playin’ with my guala
Pull up in some Prada, smoke a n***a like some grabba
Go cucaracha on yo momma, I could sauce about them dollas
Shoot a n***a if he holla, give a f**k about no problems
When Lil Yachty pulled up in Detroit
They asked me where the choppa was
You know I
Would give it to him if he ain’t have no drums

Ain’t nobody solidare, b*t*h we solitaires
I’m in Detroit, on my face is some Cartiers
Makin’ M’s writin’ for these b*t*hes, like I’m Tyler Perry
Praying to my Jesus piece, like I’m Bloody Mary
I(Uh, uh, uh)
My way in her pu**y
These n***as too sensitive ‘round me, I think these n***as pu**y
I rolled up, on a n***a b*t*h like my name was Tootsie
Might could blow you up, but I need a chunk just like a chocolate cookie
I, really am (that n***a)
I really pull up seven figures, that’s one call and they flip n***as
It’s us
Gotta flex everyday, I’on wanna rust
Big sh*t, sit up in my garage collectin' dust
Respectful man on my jewelry, If I must say
You ain’t suckin’ d**k, so you better go catch that bus babe
My earrings could protect the whole ice age

pu**y

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