Honest - Sada Baby

RJ always trippin', man

RJ always trippin', man

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I don’t like niggas and that’s the, uh

I don’t like niggas and that’s the honest to God truth (Hmm)

I’m gon' kill niggas and that’s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)

Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive

Big ol' 40, we don’t got no 9's

Chopper chop off a nigga whole side

Pussy, we get to movin' shit like ArtVan

I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I’m Clark Kent

And ayy, I’m that nigga that like to start shit

Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy)

I’m a workin' ass nigga with no time for games

You’s a perpin' ass nigga, you all kinds of lame

Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang

Up this FN, you not my friend, don’t say not a thing

Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang

I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane

Tooda Man, that’s my twin 'cause we shoot the same

Want so much more, 'bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain

I whoop a bitch with the belt like I’m Pootie Tang

Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay

And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele

In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain

Why I make you need a towel?

'Cause we party wild

And your daughter love a nigga more than Barbie dolls

And your son love a nigga more than action figures

But he 'bout to lose a father figure when I whack them niggas

And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man

And I got more work than Allen Iverson

Got more money than your grandaddy retire with

And I’m in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick

I’m in every bitch crib like some UGG boots

I be in every bitch face like, «I love you»

Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do

Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do

I be in every nigga face like, «Fuck you»

A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh

That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo

Lay the smack down on you niggas or I Roody-Poo, bitch

I don’t like niggas and that’s the honest to God truth (Hmm)

I’m gon' kill niggas and that’s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)

Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive

Big ol' 40, we don’t got no 9's

Chopper chop off a nigga whole side