Lyrics Bade Bunningham - Sada Baby

Bade Bunningham

I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the\nWe gotta, we huh, sell a whole thing all down to the-\nYeah\nI gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake\nSay we got spots, huh we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nI said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake\nI said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nI would listen to you bout some work but you ain’t had none\nI be in the kitchen whipping work like it’s the bad son\nTrapping till the bands come, servin till my last gone\nQuarantine with the gleam, rapping with my mask on\nI put a bag on, I put my hands on em\nI ain’t even got to (huh), that’s what the bands for\nI want a Benz truck, bendin a range Rover\nAll black pulling up, at the wop ask Bob nem\nI’m that nigga, yeah I’m big dawg, you know I keep squad with me\nAin’t fearing that nigga I got a rifle and God with me\nI’m gon take a nigga with me if he slide he Gon die with me\nAnd that’s if I don’t kill em nigga first, talm bout rightously (huh)\nI’m just tryna take his life quickly I don’t like niggas\nOn a bad month run thru a light fifty\nBig pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh)\nThrow my 5 up them other niggas know what time it is (duh)\nYeah\nI gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake\nSay We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nI said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake\nI said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nWe’ll make a snakin nigga never wanna slime again\nWe Gon shoot the extras can’t have no niggas chimin in\nAin’t no nigga bummin thru this bitch unless they tappin in\nGive a fuck about them fake as world niggas rapping in\nAll my apes aggressive, we don’t know shit bout passiveness\nWe get the chance to stretch him, know my niggas gon pass on nem\nWe done been thru that bitch bout 10 times, y’all ain’t on shit\nBaby momma want dick I ate that bitch to get her outta here\nYou on live can’t afford war ain’t got no choppas there\nKnow I stay on go, niggas been on go ain’t no stopping here\nBig bhop, chop my whole chop, Chop a nigga hair\nBust a nigga right in up in his shit I feel like he stared\nWe ain’t scared to air a nigga out, on my momma\nPop door, tryna air a nigga out like it’s too late\nWe on tip I can’t spare a nigga now, everybody with me want smoke,\nI shared him with the squaa hahahaha duh\nYeah\nI gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake\nSay We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nI said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake\nI said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake\nMy nigga Lee, I think we got another one