Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 150/55, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
150/55 |
| Chorus: I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns |
| I told Herb, you ain’t got let me hold none |
| I just popped me a perc, this the second one |
| I’ll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence |
| I just put a two on topside, black excellence |
| I cook dope all day, I’m the Goat wit' it |
| Niggas in the way, I see money Imma go get it |
| 40 on me now and if I freeze I ain’t no limit |
| Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain’t got no feelings |
| Only speak to G’s, don’t get pleased by a hoe feelings |
| Family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason |
| Do bad business, fuckin with that bag, have my mans kill 'em |
| Sada Baby: |
| Flip 'em, I get a nigga bitch robbed |
| See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain’t Big Squad |
| It’s 150, wit' 55 can’t let shit slide |
| I’m from the Eastside, you ain’t see no nigga this live |
| Get that boi shit bag, catch a nigga blow his shit out |
| Don’t make me get out |
| Do-wop and Skilla pull them clips out |
| Lil' bro made em shut the club down, nigga flipped out |
| Seen this shit, open close range, face ripped out |
| Caught so many stupid niggas walking outta bitch house |
| It ain’t shit to fund a couple wars, I’m so rich now |
| We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em |
| Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em |
| Sada Baby: |
| Every other day I’m buying bops for my niggas 'nem |
| Lame nigga keep chasing clout, we gon' get at him |
| And every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin' him |
| He acting like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine |
| I got Runflats on my tires cause we in this shit |
| 5 glicks, we be 4−7 cause we in the 6 |
| What I tell you bout a nigga age, they ain’t innocent |
| I be reminiscing we was hot heads, drillin' shit |
| Sada Baby: |
| I rememberin' |
| All the bitches that was into me |
| We got intimate, and then I left and made them ignorant |
| I’m inconsiderate, don’t give a fuck cause I’m belligerent |
| And deliberate, I end my enemies with 50 clips |
| Squeeze Militant |
| Went on missions then I’m ignorant |
| Stay listening, taught myself cause I got disipline |
| Diamonds glistening, that ain’t shit I paid a brick for this |
| Made an M this year and ain’t do shit, now that’s arithmetic |
| Made an M and I can’t even travel ain’t that bout a bitch? |
| Niggas taking shit up in the street, but ain’t that bout a bitch? |
| Go to NY, imma tote a scalpel I ain’t got a blick |
| Same Glock be yours automatic, mine shit got a switch |
| Sada Baby: |
| Burns on my back, so I keep a burner in the trap |
| I send a nigga to his grave, if it’s bout a bag |
| Drop body, tell nobody bout it I ain’t gotta brag |
| 4−5 or the 0−9, gotta lotta mags |
| Bust them knives on your ass, ain’t no more changes |
| Up this Drac' on yo ass, give you close casket |
| I shot an opp bitch too since them hoes askin |
| Hold the AR to my stomach like we slow dancin' |
| Kidnap a nigga just to kill 'em, it ain’t no ransom |
| Ride with the clique, fuck a bitch, we ain’t romancin' |
| Whoop a nigga quick, all kicks, call it no hands |
| Pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances |
| This bitch will fall off your waist, can’t do no dancing |
| Oppers can’t even get near me, ain’t got no transit |
| Fucking off in a foreign till we blow trans' |
| My bro shoot this bitch from half, like he go to Kansas |
| And I shot that bitch from close, like I go to Duke |
| For Chris and Calvin, throwin' C’s, like I roll with Snoop |
| Sada Baby: |
| And Campanella throwin' P’s, know I’m Skubaru |
| Big Squad fresh, stomp a nigga, Phi Gamma woo |
| I just smoked eleventeen blunts up in Illinois |
| When I link up with your smut, I won’t get annoyed |
| When I break up with that butt, I won’t fill a void |
| I just made another 100 racks, I was aiming for it |
| Open up 10 traps you can get employed |
| Get another 20 stripes you can get dead |
| Sip the Tryst by itself, Wock with the red |
| I could buy another brick and put it on your head |
| I could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans |
| Once you put it on the floor, you takin' the L |
| Chorus: I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns |
| I told her, you ain’t got let me hold none |
| I just popped me a perc, this the second one |
| How I whip a brick like a baby, good negligence |
| I just put a two on topside, black excellence |
| I cook dope all day, I’m the Goat wit' it |
| Niggas in the way, I see money Imma go get it |
| 40 on me nine, if I freeze I ain’t know limit |
| Shorty ain’t got no feelings |
| Only speak to G’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings |
| Family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason |
| Do bad business, fuckin with that bag, have my mans kill 'em |