Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Real Life , by - Sada Baby. Release date: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In Real Life |
| Whoop |
| (Sangre grande, sangre grande) |
| Huh |
| Huh, huh, huh, I get tired |
| Tired, huh |
| Hmm, tired |
| Uh (I got tracks on this) |
| Huh, soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh |
| I don’t need no help, I’m gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh |
| Let me get him myself, huh |
| I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh |
| Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh |
| Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt |
| I’m a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do |
| What I does |
| Everything 'bout my motherfuckin' Bloods |
| Yeah, huh, it’s 'bout us |
| And not a nan', not a thing get put above |
| Smoke a nigga boots, left his socks in the chimney |
| Keep the Glock aimed at a opp top in the bity |
| I’m the top opp, tell them lame niggas bome get me |
| You know Whop be done left your brains on your lil' sister |
| Nigga, yeah, bando a big-ass home |
| We both learned how to speak Spanish, we in that mode |
| El Chapo too, a Midget Mac with no backbone |
| Knock a letter off that nigga name on his headstone |
| Uh, piss on your big homie grave |
| Piss off the rest of your homies 'round this bitch not doin' a thing |
| Huh, paid for my ice, nigga never took a thing |
| And dealt with some snakes, should’ve never been in they lane |
| Ain’t gotta speak on the aftermath |
| 'Cause every nigga involved with it felt pain right after that |
| Ye gon' flip the house in two days, he an acrobat |
| Nigga caught a Smitty in LA, he ain’t ask for that |
| Banned another nigga from my city, he ain’t been here since |
| I be in the state countin' cake, stay booked up there |
| Tried to clout chase 'bout a play, don’t make no sense |
| The main reason your boss ain’t fuckin' with you, actin' like he don’t care |
| For the last time, fuck a damn slime |
| I’m cap, say it every time it cross my— |
| I’m cap, I’ma say it every time it cross my mind |
| Know it’s that, I ain’t humble if you cross my line |
| Mari told me let you bitches know I stand on business, huh |
| Nigga tried to tag me out, I shot him in his pivot, huh |
| Caught a war wound, that’s why I been coverin' my finger |
| Lame nigga lost a leg, he can’t even linger, huh |
| If he just stayed a lil' bit longer, I’d be undefeated, huh |
| In my opinion, it’s a draw, I gave him what he needed |
| He ain’t get what he want, but we had both walked away bleeding |
| I mean he walked away limping, I hopped in the E-lade with my people, huh |
| Sick house in the 'burbs, ain’t show— |
| Sick house in the 'burbs, ain’t had to show my neighbors I’ll get even |
| That shit that happened in the A was two years ago, better not believe 'em |
| Got to know your baby still was out cold, I’m anemic, huh |
| Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like a lick, son |
| Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like he was a demon |
| Huh, nah, nigga, uh |
| Shoe was on the other foot, if I upped the gun, I’d’ve squeezed it |
| Huh, the FN that I had, that was they shit, huh |
| Never had no CC-dub that I could take with me |
| At the same time, still reach when they play with me |
| Did what the fuck I had to do so I could stay livin' |
| Ain’t no nigga pull no blick on me when I went next door |
| It was already out, I asked him, «What's that for?» |
| Huh |
| Not a goddamn thing, for sure, huh |
| Dumped the mag, drop another four for sure, huh |
| Like let me tell the truth while I’m up in this booth |
| Another nigga paid a nigga, didn’t have shit to do with Skub |
| Me and Wuan was in Miami by our damn self |
| Your ass wasn’t into this, I had to give them boys hell |
| But I ain’t cry for no pity, I just got busy |
| My family know just how the fuck I’m rockin', ain’t no bitch in me |
| Never got stripped, you can ask the bitch that was with me |
| Stood on my ten, you can ask my nigga Carlos Miller, huh |
| And free that goofy boy out them cells |
| Send his ass to heaven right after I give him hell |
| Huh, been got equal, over-even, put it on Maquell |
| Rest in peace to Frozonee and welcome home Lil Dell |
| Rest in peace to O Block, Lil Block, and BT |
| RIP to Lil Jaylen, Marciano, and Whites, BIP |
| Iced up with the pipes at the studio, VIP |
| Lil Blood go where I go, he don’t need ID, huh |
| Huh, we don’t— listen |
| We don’t, huh, party with the public, no way |
| Let a nigga ho me in person, no way |
| Go home, Roger, go away (Go home, Roger) |
| Just lame-ass, lyin'-ass, cappin'-ass, rappin'-ass niggas |
| Ain’t nobody ever performed no diss song while I was in the building |
| When I pulled up, them niggas was not in the building |
| I came a hundred deep, Skuba is not a civillian |
| I was testin' my might, tryna see how they was feeling |
| Fuck I need a dressing room for if I’m at the brib? |
| Playin' with my name at the crib, he not tryna live |
| Uh, I knew that and he know that |
| Huh, ain’t even got room for no jokes, huh |
| So tell me where the fuck some disrespect gon' go at |
| Do the exact same thing if I had the chance to go back |
| Huh, but I know it ain’t no time traveling machine |
| I’m too old for that, huh, I’m too grown for that, huh |
| I’m just sayin', I be right here where the poles at |
| Pop an opp, pop a Perc', nah, not no Prozac, duh |
| Soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh |
| I don’t need no help, I’m gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh |
| Let me get him myself, huh |
| I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh |
| Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh |
| Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt |
| I’m a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do |