Lyrics Horse Play 2 - Sada Baby

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