Sada Baby ft. King Von - Pressin Lyrics

#Sada Baby

If you set trippin
Why you in chiraq
On lil steve
P*ssy on his
Fucking knees
Buss his head
On Lil steve
On GangDeebo lotti he

Ain't got no bodies
Them boys ain't slidin
He ain't bout It he
Won't hurt nobody
Plus that boy ain't solid
You know I got it
Make me up this
Choppa show you
How we rocking
He see my beard
Make that boy step back
Skuba ain't no rocket
Jazz step make
That Nigga buckle
They gone think we
Hooping
Got this Draco
From my Custo
Uncle He Don't Even
Use It
He done sold it
To The Right
Young Nigga you
Know Ima shoot it
Get to pressin
Niggas 'timidatin
Niggas with this
Music
Get to stretching
Niggas capitating
Niggas with this
Uzi
You stuck your
Neck out for the
Wrong niggas
Now you bout to
Lose it
Now you half-dead
Now you bleeding out
Losin fluid
I got twin choppas
They like Bin Laden
They congruent
If they send Sada
Ima end Oppas
With this Ruger
You a cockblocker
Your bitch dicksuckin'
How you do it?
You be acting out
You know them clips round us
Ain't no movie
You a lame ass
Broke plain ass dressing groupie
Still got on drip
When I load my shit
I just bought a brick
I'm talking shit
I'm a walking lick
Still I off a bitch
I'm off them bricks
Ain't no Percocets
They say that don't mix
But I'm legit
I'll plead the 5th
And shoot you with the 6
Load your strap
Then put one up top
You know we gon ride
Can't play no cap
She know that I'm that
Look me in my eyes
Don't them relax
We don't beef on wax
Ill see you outside
You showed your hand
You need to quit playin
We all know you lyin'

Now be forreal
You ain''t tryna drill boy
You ain't tryna kill
You off that pill
It got you acting tough
But that ain't how you is
Im that forreal oklyrics.com
And Im worth a mill
And still get you on your heels
He live right where?
Now Im in the car
Parked outside his crib
He got a pole
But that's just for show
I know he a hoe
He ain't gon blow
Bitch I was tryna score
When I was on parole
He got a pole
But that's just for show
I know he a hoe
He ain't gon blow
Bitch I was tryna score
When I was on parole
That boy a bitch
He shoot out the whip
Nah he ain't really sliding
They always miss
Just running they lips
Thats why they keep on dying
Just hit they block
Im talking 20 times
Man these n*ggas hiding
I caught the play
Now Im throwing bullets
Im thinking that it's Madden
I got his lo'
Can't be moving slow
He right by the store
He got a fro
With a pelle coat
Plus he with a hoe
He on his phone
Once Im on your ass
Boy you on your own
I get em gone
It happened so fast
All he heard was
BOOM
Im from the WIIIC
I know Im the shit
Bitch get off my dick
I never miss
They think that Im cheating
My gun got a glitch
I mean a switch
I can shoot a brick
And they still say I hit
I mean that hit
That caught that n*gga brick
And hit him in his shit

Load your strap
Then put one up top
You know we gon ride
Can''t play no cap
She know that Im that
Look me in my eyes
Dont them relax
We dont beef on wax
Ill see you outside
You showed your hand
You need to quit playin
We all know you lyin'
Load your strap
Then put one up top
You know we gon ride
Can't play no cap
She know that Im that
Look me in my eyes
Dont them relax
We dont beef on wax
Ill see you outside
You showed your hand
You need to quit playin
We all know you lyin'