Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SkubaRu, artist - Sada Baby. Album song Skuba Sada 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Asylum Worldwide
Song language: English
SkubaRu |
| Oh, that what time it is |
| What type of time I’m on |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Ah-woo, bitch, that’s what time it is |
| Go’n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh |
| Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit |
| If cuz don’t pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh |
| Say them Perkys got me wired up, I’m fired up, huh |
| Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh |
| Can’t no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah |
| I’m really rockin' with my brothers, ain’t no talkin' 'bout it |
| You got a problem with my niggas, you can’t walk around us |
| I up that chopper on a nigga, be done got a body |
| I put some money on his head, I be done bought a body, yeah |
| I put that bitch to his ass and say he saw somebody |
| Can’t do no witnesses, my niggas out here bossin', baby |
| We shoot at bitches too, my nigga be done offed your lady |
| Offed your best friend, like, «Go, best friend» |
| We breakin' bricks down, nigga, that soft go crazy |
| Movin' hand-to-hand, we need them band bands |
| I been servin' grams, bitch, I been off the eighties |
| Huh, used to have to walk to the station |
| Drop a four, now I feel like I can walk a Mercedes |
| But I ain’t 'bout to walk a damn thing 'less you pay me |
| That don’t mean I’m lazy, I just know I’m worth it |
| I just whipped a baby, my mans 'nem just burped it |
| Ayy, huh |
| They say that red zone back, but it ain’t never left |
| I gave Jonboi some dap, now we can heavy press |
| I put my squad on the map, now we won’t never stress |
| I’m liftin' all my niggas up, feel like the devil left |
| I know them demons still here, 'cause we been bangin' with 'em |
| Cuttin' snake niggas off and we ain’t hangin' with 'em |
| Just left Swerve B-day dinner, told him, «Thank you, nigga» |
| «You had me 'round some millionaires, I know I’m able, nigga» |
| I see some M’s in my future, I’ma make 'em, nigga |
| I need them Belaire bottles with my face up in 'em, yeah |
| I need my own Rap Snacks, I can’t play with niggas |
| Big mansion out of state, I can’t stay with niggas, yeah |
| Dex Lauper in the stu' like I grew up with him |
| I was movin' Cyndi Lauper 'fore I knew that nigga, yeah |
| I ain’t beefin' with that boy, I’ma just shoot that nigga |
| If Wildman hop out on you, what you think gon' happen? |
| He don’t rap at all, you better not just think I’m rappin', huh |
| He don’t scrap at all, you better not just think we scrappin', uh |
| It’s gon' sound like he clappin', better not think he clappin', yeah |
| That’s that AR with that fully automatic action jam |
| Be done slid so quick, feelin' like we scammed him |
| He was prayin' to his god, my lil' nigga shammed him |
| His daddy was a jive turkey, so we had to ham him |
| I ain’t got time for nothin' else, this what type of time I’m on, huh |
| Ah-woo, bitch, that’s what time it is |
| Go’n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh |
| Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit |
| If cuz don’t pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh |
| Say them Perkys got me wired up, I’m fired up, huh |
| Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh |
| Can’t no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah |
| I’m really rockin' with my brothers, ain’t no talkin' 'bout it |