Brazy Taxi - Sada Baby

But I always blow the yellow light

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

But I’m dressed in all this yellow, right?

But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt)

But I’m dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy

They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down)

Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy)

Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light (Nah)

Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right?

Huh

But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh

And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me

Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh

From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Huh, ah, Money take somethin', huh, huh

DJ make that face, he 'bout to shake somethin', duh

Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill somethin', duh

I think I’m a zombie, I don’t feel nothin', duh

Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head

Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head

Booby trap on that ass, I can’t catch him last

Boobie Miles on that ass, I can do it all

If it’s Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball

I don’t stop at red lights, won’t let 'em do me wrong

Nan' nigga want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong

His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh

Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub

Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your shit loose, huh

I don’t make no diss songs, I get physical, huh

Make love to a bitch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh

Pull up, nah, I’m high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club

Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud

My opps weak as fuck, they know I’ll beat 'em up

Dyin'-ass niggas ain’t even tough, mad at me for what?

'Cause I’m that nigga, huh, I ain’t that nigga (What else?)

See, I’m bomfortable, whole hood on my back, nigga (Aw yeah)

Send them bullets at niggas, they look like they run track, nigga

Can’t make me get on that nigga, just tell me where you at, nigga

Can’t hang around me 'less you use a gun

Ho nigga bleedin', we the reason that he losing blood

My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs

Put them bitches on the rifles, get a rocket, I’m the rudest one

Huh, ayy, them niggas body count ain’t like ours

We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars

Everybody shoot that bitch from a distance, from afar

Everybody shoot that bitch up close, real personal

We can shoot it any way, I’m just sayin', gang versatile

Huh, I still got more keys than Percival

Hold the chop any kind of way, it’s reversible

If it’s up there, it’s stuck, nigga, better check your vertical

They keep telling me to slow down

Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light

Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light

Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right?

Huh

But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh

And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me

Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh

From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Huh, late night, huh-huh, my pay right

Huh, I don’t stop at gas stations, half a tank right

Huh, fuck the brake light, huh, play it safe, right

Nah, stay dangerous, get a nigga scraped, right

Huh, only gang, huh-huh, only squad

Huh, SMO 'til the day that I die

Every day go, nah, huh (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

Every day go by, I be ready for the turn-up

Huh, hit the trap, get the work from my workers, uh

Pick up the phone, tryna get a nigga murdered, uh

He talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his corner (What else?)

Talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his borner (Nigga, duh)

You with that 'til you ain’t with that

'Til a nigga pull up, now your people want some get-back

Say you was in that 'til a nigga in that

Huh, spend a band, we’ll do that shit again, jack

Huh, say you on that, huh, 'til I’m on that

Huh, shoot some shit of your body that won’t grow back

Say you pressin', huh, 'til we press you

That bullshit you keep tryna do, I won’t let you

Skuba Steve back on that tip, mask off and shit

Once we on your line, them apes ain’t never getting off your shit

Shoot you in your eye, do it right before you crank

Shoot him in the eye before he saw, I got baptized in Wocky water

Bet I fuck somebody daughter, huh, you won’t catch me at the altar

Bitch, I’m married to the culture, bitch, I’m married to the streets

You don’t know what they did for me, they took care all my enemies

They ride for me, on side for me, you goddamn right they friend of me

You goddamn right they kin to me

Huh, Skilla Baby my mini-me

Gon' turn up, be a bigger me

He Southwest T, I’m Big Meech

On the same shit like symmetry

On the same shit, that’s bymmetry

Fuck an old bitch, now the same bitch like, «You remember me?

I know you do»

(Aw yeah)

My bitch say she don’t wanna fuck, huh, I know you do, huh

Get more money, then hurt people like I’m supposed to do

Driving full speed ahead, watch the motor move

I ain’t even hit the NOS yet, I been broke the rules

They keep telling me to slow down

Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light

Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light

Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right?

Huh (Aw yeah)

But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh

And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me

Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh

From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Ayy, aw yeah

Ayy, ayy

Oh, let’s go

Ayy, aw yeah