Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2055 , by - Sada Baby. Release date: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2055 |
| Huh, ayy |
| (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) |
| Ayy, nigga, startin' now, nigga |
| 2021, fuck a nigga, he ain’t on my side |
| Oh, you scared to say fuck slime? |
| Oh, you, oh, you, oh, you like they kind? |
| Uh |
| Huh, huh, oh, you, uh |
| You ain’t gon' slide? |
| How you gon'? |
| Let this sink in |
| If I find out who the fuck that you be with |
| If it ain’t gang, one of mines, you gon' be sick |
| I swear to God, nigga, we gon' pull up |
| Huh, huh, huh, huh |
| Let me find out who you be with |
| If it ain’t mines, you gon' be sick |
| Nigga, ain’t with me, he don’t |
| Nigga ain’t with me, don’t wanna breathe no more |
| He don’t wanna live, nigga, bitch |
| Go against them red niggas, wanna be a dead nigga |
| Chopper with the leg in it, I hop out the bed with it |
| Leave a nigga, ah |
| Leave a nigga sleep in his whip like a bed in it |
| Huh, I can’t feel a damn thing off these meds |
| Huh, I only smoke opps and zaza, no red |
| All your niggas in the county, not the motherfuckin' feds |
| You don’t understand what the fuck a real crime is |
| Uh, you live to see another day, you better turn it up |
| Huh, you find out where them niggas stay, you better burn it up |
| SMO Squad, ayy, listen |
| SMO Squad here to stay, ain’t no turnin' us |
| Smoke a nigga boots, watch them lil' boots turn to dust |
| All them disrespectful shit them niggas on, they learned from us, yeah |
| Off a Perky bus |
| First bitch broke my heart, now it hurt to love |
| Cock the hammer, work the gun, huh, I got perfect thumbs |
| My lil' ho ready for the smoke, she got perfect lungs |
| Pull up to the door and we don’t know you, can’t serve you nothin' |
| FN to your ear just in case you had heard you somethin' |
| Ah, huh, leave you on the curb or somethin' |
| Pull up from the 'burbs or somethin', you gon' get disturbed or somethin' |
| Blood blood with me, Iceberg, he’ll gurb him somethin' |
| Wop be done pulled up in a drop 'cause he earned him somethin', yeah |
| I’m fucked up, my emotions never been correct, huh |
| Ran it up from my way, Skuba extra blessed, huh |
| But I’m loyal, talk, ah |
| Still loyal, talk to big blood every damn day collect, huh |
| Free Ho, niggas hoes, that’s forever what I’m on on |
| Bring him home 'fore I get another one them niggas gone |
| Throw a bone to my dawg, he’ll bite a bitch nose |
| Throw a bone to my dawg, yeah, cut up |
| Uh, still cussin' |
| Don’t talk about no bodies, we ain’t never discussin' it |
| (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) |
| Don’t interr— |
| Don’t ever interrupt me, you better not had interrupted me |
| Punch a nigga in his stomach, uh, spleen, ruptured it |
| Uh, ruptured his spleen, my ring punctured it |
| Yeah, twenty thousand dollar diamond in the ring punchin' shit |
| Give a fuck about no jewelry, lil' nigga, I had a bunch of it, ah |
| Huh, I had a bunch of that |
| Damn near too much of that, huh, still gon' run it back |
| Got some shit on the way, they gon' be like, aw, that’s— |
| I got some shit on the way, niggas gon' be like, «Ayy, damn, that’s enough of |
| that,» huh |
| Can’t stop, nigga, won’t stop |
| Walk in, throw a Drac' shot to a nobody |
| Him say he don’t know 'bout me, pussy, ask your ho 'bout me |
| Or better yet, ask your daughter, lil' bitch on go 'bout me, huh, yeah |
| You a soft, soft-ass nigga, don’t go 'round me |
| I got big bro 'round me, he don’t like nobody |
| All you niggas super stupid, goofy, that’s for sure right |
| Skuba Steve Dolemite, rock out shows with the pipe |
| Huh, huh, rappin'-ass niggas, we ain’t none of them |
| Huh, Cutthroat Committee, Skuba Soulja Slim |
| They say he tough, oh, really? |
| I ain’t notice him |
| Small-ass nigga, you get love 'cause of your boss, huh |
| I’ll send a slug, get that love cut off, huh |
| I get it done like I’m above the law |
| Huh, y’all had on the gloves, havin' fun with the law, huh |
| You built like a stud, ain’t no duds in this Judge |
| Aw, nigga gon' be done if he bust |
| Aw, ain’t no bluff with the Bloods |
| You ain’t gon' knuck if you buck with the Bloods |
| Get him stuck, it’s the bop, got the wood with the huh, ah, duh |