Текст пісні Detroit Red - Sada Baby

Detroit Red

Hey hey hey hey hey hey!
I get the impression you think that I’m da lil dog
You treat me like dat
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I’m gettin off
Aye knock that shit off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo shit off (hey!)
I think these niggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don’t do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for dat
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin with dem cans, like it’s a six pack (uh!)
Niggas real petty, niggas real broke
Niggas really bitches, niggas really hoes
I used to get in trouble, now I’m gettin foreigns
I’ll kill yo daughter daddy, don’t play round with me boy
Niggas really punks, ain’t pulled up on me once
I ain’t gon play with none
Four nem' gone put you in the trunk
I been in a slump, still 40'd up
Fat Man pour me up, Pupu hand my cup
Nigga say I got the big head
Cause yo bitch call me big head
I still let her know that shit dead
Cause I been playin round with dem big bands
15 hunnid on joggers
25 bands my chain
PGK my gang
Bitch google my name (uh!)
I get the impression you think dat I’m the lil dog
You treat me like that
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I’m getting off
Aye knock that shit off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo shit off (hey!)
I think these niggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don’t do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for that
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin with dem cans, like it’s a six pack (uh!)
Hop up out the bed (aye yeah)
Got my sauce on
Thirty thousand dollars worth of shoes
Just to walk on
Young Detroit Red
Chopstick, pop a bitch
And burn her like a hot comb
Niggas really soft
4−5, make em Milly Rock
Niggas ain’t really my bros
Most of these niggas really opps
Niggas really poor
You can have dem niggas, dey yours
Sore loser ass niggas
Wasn’t even in the race for the award
How da fuck these niggas in dey feelings?
I wasn’t in mine
I was broke than a bitch
These mofuckin' niggas was out here shinin'
Now I’m out here all the time
And these niggas waitin in line lyin' (yo)
Lame ass nigga
I’m the only one of my kind (yo)
Baby mama so fine, yo son fuck around and be mine
Niggas really fuck niggas
Why I be like fuck a nigga
Fuck around, gotta beat up a nigga
Ain’t neva been no sucka nigga, to duck a nigga
I pull up, been den busted a nigga
Rushed a nigga to the hospital myself
Shoot him again, put the chop stick on the shelf
You niggas no help
So I do it all on my lone (lone)
Whip dough with my left, got my right hand on da phone (phone)
Push start that foreign
ET phone home, home on the Eastside with my killas
Look like a remix to Thriller (uh!)
Chain hitting through da night (uh!)
Zombie eyes in the light (uh!)
Bitin bitches on sight (uh!)
First class my flight (uh!)
You skip class for a pint (uh!)
Gettin ass, and fighting (uh!)
Recent passed indictments (uh!)
My ex bitch still like me (uh!)
In love with the finest (uh!)
Actavis and pink diamonds (uh!)
Cookie cleared my sinus (uh!)
Free, I’m Michael Primus (uh!)
Scuba, Michael Myers
Knife a nigga, he dying
Sada Baby, Optimus Prime
Transform a nigga with dis nine (uhhhhh!)
I get the impression, you think dat I’m da lil dog
You treat me like dat
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I’m gettin off
Aye knock that shit off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo shit off (hey!)
I think these niggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don’t do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for that
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin with dem cans, like it’s a six pack (UH!)