Yesterday

Lyrics

[Verse 1: FMB DZ & Sada Baby] I'ma knock a nigga off if they play with Sada Nigga play with the don dada, I'ma find a chopper A nigga get out of line, I'ma pop his head Me and Skuba side by side lookin' like Rock and Red To each end we dropped a five in the Rock 'n Rye Nigga ever disrespect my squad then he 'bout to die Everything I speak facts, I never told a lie Hit a nigga block while it's wet, we gon' leave it dry I'm in red, DZ in blue, we like the double dragons He dropped a deuce, I dropped a deuce, we fucked a couple bad ones Just made twenty while I'm counting out my last one, ask 'em Fucked a pair of twins and we passed 'em Them hoes love to do molly, dip and dabble So much money in my jeans, that's why I sag 'em Money handling, we got them bitches dippin', dabblin' Ain't no grappling, we got sticks and move packages I fuck with savages, me and my niggas still sip Actavis Walk in the club with the pole 'cause they ain't checkin' us Ten white hoes off that blow, they attackin' us Just got 'em gone on that raw, feel miraculous [Chorus: Sada Baby & FMB DZ] Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I'm 'bout to send 'em out the way When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today [Verse 2: Sada Baby & FMB DZ] Seven lines of that drink, nine percs to the face Put a stock on the chop, take a jerk out the game Plug takin' too long, extra work for my weight Turn around, state to state, I put sixty in my safe Another fifty came in, I had to put it in the bank My nigga Smoke just walked in, he got a bag full of drank Make a nigga baby mama snort a cocaine line Top side so good, start a soul train line Nigga That stick ain't got no thirty so you know it ain't mine All these diamonds on a nigga, fuck around and go blind Nigga try to reach for mine, we gon' see what's on your mind All these niggas said they heavy and they jewelry in the pond All my niggas got on buffs look like we on our way to prom It's Big Skuba and the don, we need seventy-five a line Left my four-five with BK, my Draco with Juan Yeah Skuba left his chopper but I still ride with mine Lay a hand on the don, you gon' die while you tryin' Ain't no nigga never pressed me, if they told you that, they lyin' And I sip expensive pots, fuck with me, you will get dropped Go up top with that Glock, bro nasty with the chop [Chorus: Sada Baby & FMB DZ] Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I'm 'bout to send 'em out the way When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today