Black Harlow
(专辑: Skuba Sada 2.5 - 2022)
(Ayy, Nas, this that wave) Ooh, ooh Huh Me and your bitch gon' have sex if she look me in my eyes Me and your ho just met, already on Valentine You and your niggas getting left, huh, me and mines getting right Nick a
nigga in his neck with this nasty-ass nine Pop a
Perc', throw up my set, hang the
yopper out the
ride I
can't give a
fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die I
can't show a
nigga love, he ain't ready for to slide Said I
can't show a
nigga love if he ain't ready for to slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a
burnt-up white tee, get to fucking with my squad Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo I
had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry, huh Get your bitch booty naked, go May-May, huh Keep a
stick on my person, ain't for play-play Keep a
brick or two, we working, got that yay-yay I
might fly your BM out with her lying ass Fuck 'round, stuff a
script in her fine ass AR got an army issue clip, where you find that? Ain't get that bitch from Action Impact, that's on 5
'nem Few of my niggas got them CC-dubs, why we riding with em Few of my niggas don't, but on God, still on sight with 'em We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you Lately I
ain't had no time for it, got them pipes on us Pack this bitch up, huh, light this bitch up, huh This ain't no stick-up, huh, but them sticks up, ooh He stuck with the
beacoup face, he got his bitch fucked, huh Got her picked up, yeah, she ate the
dick up Y'all don't spin no blocks, spend no money, y'all don't spend nothing She get dick, we get on y'all ass and we get money Always tryna flip something, a
nigga or his pickup The
ho gon' give me head 'til she half-dead and got the
hiccups I
ain't got no problem with you, but I
still up a
chopper on you You gotta play by Sada 'nem rules, wild man, hit a
nigga with a
bottle, he through Stick his bottle up, get to socking on dude Get rich, follow up, get to firing on dude Then I'ma take a
hoodrat right to the
room Can't no lame nigga fuck up my mood, woo Keep the
party going like it's Mardi Gras Got the
flamethrower, made him body dog I
was minding my motherfucking business, I
wasn't even tryna bother y'all I
ain't scared of you, nigga, not at all I
ain't sparing you, gang tied it off Put a
fare on you, we gon' round it off To the
nearest thousand, then knock you off Get 2K, we drop you off Still shoot your mans, he not involved Sell 8-balls look like cotton balls Tell my fiend I'm getting off Ain't none of them got no fentanyl I
could never rip 'em off Them motherfuckers got my people rich off dog, duh Pop a
Perc', throw up my set, hang the
yopper out the
ride I
can't give a
fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die I
can't show a
nigga love, he ain't ready for to slide Said I
can't show a
nigga love if he ain't ready for to slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a
burnt-up white tee, get to fucking with my squad Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo