Letra Lame Sada Baby

Lame

(You stupid ass lil' boy)
Bitch, move somethin'
A-bitch, huh
Make her put them
A-bitch, move somethin'
Ayy
Uh, huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin'
Don't give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin'
Show them boys you ain't no ho, go'n and shoot somethin'
Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin'
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout two hundred
I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm

Don't want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh
Bet top dollar that my pops'd fuck your pops up, nigga
I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, nigga
And if you fuck 'round with lil' bro, we tear your block up, nigga
Huh, chopper and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, nigga
I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em
I don't fuck with thots, most of 'em blocked after my cock up in 'em, bitch
It's a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rockin' with 'em?
Lame ass nigga, "What you claim?" ass nigga
I'm a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella
Fuck a nigga mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti
My big brother richer than you niggas, he just drop baguettey
My lil' nigga not your big homie, y'all tryna cop a prezi'
Ain't worried 'bout keepin' it copacetic, we hold choppers steady
Walk around with him, no CC dubs, tryin' not to get arrested
Can't not be ready, we got scopes on them bitches with the legs
Lil' blood watchin' for the feds, your baby mama playin' my dreads
I fucked her in your bed, she don't even give you head
Lightskin nigga, you red, front your move, you dead
Write on a nigga like lead, looseleaf paper, get shred
All these cans make a keg, make sure my niggas fed
Yeah, hmm
Green beam of the infrared
Triple beam of the fishscale
Foreign whip, I'm a fishtail
Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin'
Don't give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin'
Show them boys you ain't no ho, go'n and shoot somethin'
Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin'
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout two hundred
I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm-hmm