Lyrics SB 2021 - Lil Yachty, Sada Baby

SB 2021

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 bitch, on the side Chanel brooch
Ain’t gon lie rather get to walkin', before I fly in coach (yea)
Niggas tie in demons when this shit start gettin' slow
Woke up started leanin', I can’t even feel my toes
My lil brother steady feignin', 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 niggas be doin'
For hoes
First nigga I called and hit the D
Was Scuba Steve
I love my bitch pussy cause it’s tighter than Iverson sleeve
Bitch get on my nerve give me a headache, give me some Aleve
Fuck that
Thank God my opps got some money (Finally)
I was tired of beefin' with them niggas, they was not on nothin'
Aye
Niggas ain’t never gon' be on shit
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 nigga, 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, niggas don’t never eat
I go through there eatin', AK yo — 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, nigga 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, bitch 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 bitch gon eat the dick like —
I’ma pop a Perc so she can get the best Sada
Freaky bitch gon eat the dick like cassava
Look her in her eye, like bitch don’t call me Casada
Swing that bitch like Oosthuizen, if you playin' with my gwala
Pull up in some Prada, smoke a nigga like some grabba
Go cucaracha on yo momma, I could sauce about them dollas
Shoot a nigga if he holla, give a fuck about no problems
When Lil Yachty pulled up in Detroit
They asked me where the choppa was
You I
Would give it to him if he ain’t have no drums
Ain’t nobody solidare, bitch we solitaires
I’m in Detroit, on my face is some Cartiers
Makin' M’s writin' for these bitches, like I’m Tyler Perry
Praying to my Jesus piece, like I’m Bloody Mary
(uh)
(uh, uh)
My way in her pussy
These niggas too sensitive ‘round me, I think these niggas pussy
I rolled up, on a nigga bitch like my name was Tootsie
Might could blow you up, but I need a chunk just like a chocolate cookie
I, really am (that nigga)
I really pull up seven figures, that’s one call and they flip niggas
It’s us
Gotta flex everyday, I’on wanna rust
Big shit, sit up in my garage collectin' dust
Respectful man on my jewelry, If I must say
You ain’t suckin' dick, so you better go catch that bus babe
My earrings could protect the whole ice age
Pussy