Lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby] (Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous) Fuck out of here talkin' that tough shit And keep bitches like this, I'm talkin' this tough shit Huh, shonuff It's the Eastside, I ain't— What's up, Dame? [Verse 1: Sada Baby] Huh, motherfuckers wearin' shit I wore a whole year ago Huh, nigga actin', now he sport it in the video, huh That's the reason I can hit this bitch and any ho, huh That I want or I like, 'cause I'm really him I ain't even mad at you, just keep an attitude, huh I can play it how I want, I be actin' rude, uh Hit the G, smoke a nigga like a pack of Kools I'm a G, go broke, that'll make you lose Tell titi I can serve her In real life, or she can meet me on the server (Nah, huh) Keep a big handy shiesty for the murder Nah, me and Dot pulled up icy just to hurt ya Ask me how I know your bitch 'bout to twerk somethin' Huh, she can see it in my eyes, I deserve somethin' Huh, I can see it in her eyes, she ain't worth nothin' [Verse 2: Damedot] Five thousand dollars on his head, that's a purse on him Dumb nigga think he sippin' lean, but it's Robitussin Soon as a nigga get to talkin' loud, that's when I know he bluffin' If a nigga really want some smoke, then he more than welcome Bro just made a hundred out the crib, and he sittin' on tether Boy, I'm wearin' some foreign shoes, you can't even spell 'em I should work in retail for jeans 'cause I can sell 'em I should go and get my barber license, put the clipper to his sideburn He hear the GPS, nigga, it's my turn Don't talk about that shit, 'cause I got it on Don't hit me on the 'Gram, nigga, call my phone [Verse 3: Sada Baby] Nah, even Yojo shavin' grams, supposed to be at home Actin' like I don't know who I am, trappin' while I'm froze Huh, every time I take a L, I get a pack of 'bows Nah, every time I check the mail, I be expectin' pros Nah, every time I make a sale, it's already sold If I put some money on your top, it's already gone If you see you're here with me in the Zone, we already boned Damedot pulled off the glass, then I banged out Nah, clips hangin' out wherever we be hangin' out [Verse 4: Damedot] Crashin' out when we out in public, ain't no eyes closed Boy, I do this for my son, I guess he Lonzo Starin' at my rose gold AP like the time froze We'd make it rain in the bar, so get a poncho My lil' bitch just got a condo, it ain't money, it don't combo Damn, it must be Tuesday, they done hit him in his taco I gotta get my cheese off the top like some nachos [Verse 5: Sada Baby] Boxed-up bitch with a lawyer taberito Touch down, let her celebrate, drink a pint of Titos Nah, nigga talkin' fake, spicy-hot Cheetos Bet his face change when the Glock reload Nah, Dreke hit me with a brick that he just got from [?] Nah, bitch be sendin' me naked pictures just to eat bows, ugh