Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Horse Play 2, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Horse Play 2 |
| Hmm |
| Niggas cappin' on the internet for clout |
| Will I respond to a nigga? |
| I don’t know, I highly doubt it, huh |
| Ain’t never seen that nigga face, especially not in person |
| Can’t send that boy no death threats, we take shit personal |
| He gon' end up murdered, he gon' end up dead |
| Every time I get a new, put it on opp head |
| Hope you see that red bandana with the mophead |
| That’s SkubaRu slidin' with the bopstick |
| I spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh |
| We spin the block to make sure we drop shit, huh |
| We love to shoot a new nigga on opp shit |
| I don’t wanna talk to your social media, that’s cop shit |
| Aye, if you on they side, you can stay there |
| You a dicksucker, we don’t play that, huh |
| You can be your people, I don’t need no help |
| I got apes round me, we a peel your scalp |
| Yeah, ridin' with your brothers, what you supposed to do, huh |
| Catch you slidin' with them niggas, then I’m smokin' you |
| I can’t fuck with your kind, boy it’s hoe in you, huh |
| You believe in niggas lyin', where your morals at? |
| Press that button one time, we got more than that |
| Pull up in a car full of cans, good 40 pack |
| Something happened to you, don’t know why? |
| Yeah, I ordered that |
| Broke ass nigga, you another nigga chain rocker |
| And you tryna get your name off |
| Another mothafucka who ain’t got shit to gain off you |
| Got this shit on my own, huh |
| Ran through hundred thousand, you in public housing |
| Choppa roundhouse kick him, holla Ronda Rousey |
| You ain’t, gettin' no chicken, hustle kinda lousy |
| Your shit extra weak, we press 'em where they don’t allow it |
| Smoke your bitch allowence |
| Bitch it’s Bartier Bounty |
| Put that money on your head, my dogs gon' hound you |
| You a pussy ass nigga, get shot if you pounce |
| Tryna tell your brother 'nem it’s some opps in the house |
| We got chops in the couch |
| I mean, we got bops in the bouch |
| Huh, ooh |
| Wreck them bitches, we out |
| Put your people in the wood, good hoe nigga stout |
| When you gettin' money, it bring the hoes and the hoe niggas on |
| Beat a nigga in front his house, don’t even know what that’s about |
| Niggas be in they feelings |
| Another reason to kill 'em |
| You a bitch I can feel it |
| You a bitch I can sense it |
| You said you a simp, you just ask for attention |
| Don’t get the wrong attention, that you ain’t lookin' for |
| Catch your BM by herself and I’ma cook that hoe |
| Better watch where you travel, be them book that show |
| Better watch what you say |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I took that for |
| Killin' you and killin' him, y’all together right? |
| Niggas better get some nuts, put up a better fight |
| Catch a nigga lackin', we gon' end a life |
| Bitch it’s Get Back Gang till I feel better |
| Real Big Skoob, real St. Louis |
| Street sweeper on my lap, say I won’t do it |
| Catch you where you ain’t supposed to be, say I won’t shoot you |
| Catch you where you is supposed to be, ain’t shit neutral |
| Buss you, and them niggas that I know, ain’t shit mutual |
| Choppa make 'em say «damn, this bitch crucial» |
| That bando got that bitch, them niggas Duski |
| Probably never seen them niggas, they be put up |
| We be outside like right now, we gon' pull up, hmm |
| Get you shook up, hmm |
| 12 hop behind us, nigga tear the hook up |
| V12 in this bitch, they can’t book us |
| I’m the pressure round this bitch, tell 'em «look up!», hmm |
| Tell 'em «look out!», hmm |
| I’ll have my people in this bitch like it’s a cookout |
| Treat him like a date, get him took out |
| Treat him like leftovers, get him took out |
| Hmm, bitch |
| Get him took out, take out |