Released: June 10, 2020
Featuring: Sada Baby
Songwriter: Lil Yachty Sada Baby
[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Slatt
Ooh, ooh (Brrt), ooh (Bitch)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ooh (Bitch), everything that a nigga did is not regular (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Bad bitch wanna fuck some, better hit my cellular (Bitch, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (Slatt)
And these old rap niggas, they all predators (Ooh)
Niggas be actin' like they really rich but livin' like janitors (Ooh)
Lowkey late night on the Sunday Street (Yeah), far from the ministers (Beep)
Fuckin' this bitch but got chemistry (Beep)
I did shit deep in the industry (Beep)
I got the .30s on my clip with the beam, green, err (Yeah)
I got the coupe, it's brown on brown like a goddamn reindeer (Skrrt)
Comin' up, Burberry, champagne, my bitch pure (Go)
I create the cure, I fuck up the looks (Hol' up)
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I pop Percs, sip lean, don't drink liquor (Mm-mm)
From the D, might buy wires with the mink fur (Uh)
My nigga Yachty quit the Wocky, I'm like, "Is you sure?"
We off a lotta syrup, but I still'd shoot (But I, hm)
Know I be with niggas special as I'm killin' crews (Yeah, I do)
Yeah, whole gang of niggas who make niggas move (They do)
Fuck a bitch and her momma if I feel it's bool (Ye-yeah)
Skubaroo make a pass (Ye-yeah), the daughter send me nudes (Ye-yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks so I see Roger Federer (Get it)
Fuck the opps, I up chops on all my competitors (Slime)
If there's smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (Yeah)
Shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra (Yeah, hahaha)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
We at your door like extra, extra, read all about it
All my niggas teeth gold like they 'bout it 'bout it (Yeah)
Three different hoes stacked up in my new Ferrari
They don't even know each other but they sittin' body to body (Slatt)
Half of my staff white on white, look like Scotty 2 Hotty (Yeah)
My main bitch got two phones, one for when I call
Strap it to her purse, that shit look like a lil' Tamagotchi (Hoo)
On my momma, boy, I hate when they call me Lil Yatchy (Hoo)
I hate the paparazzi (Woo-hoo)
[Verse 4: Sada Baby]
(Uh-huh) Niggas better not call me any fuckin' thang but Sada (Yeah)
Call me Skuba and I don't know you, I'll beat up or shot ya (On God)
I hate the bitches and the bitch niggas in my condos (Aight, aight, aight uh)
Throw a lil' nigga off the cliff, Scuba Steve hate haji (Yeah)
Half a brick, I chop a brick, my mans gon' rock it (Hm)
I'm in Watts off the 'Dusse, my names ain't Rocky (Yeah)
On our way back to the nearest tatty and through bomb tag (Yeah)
Brodie and we jumped him (Yeah)
[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
(Frrt) Jumped 'em, stomped 'em, got him gone (Yeah)
Gave him a wedgie, he a nerd nigga, run him home (Bitch)
Sent your statements, your emotions, did Quincy Jones (Ha)
Better leave me 'lone, before I change the tone
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Frrt
Sada, Boat, Sada
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Haha
Slatt
Ooh, ooh (Brrt), ooh (Bitch)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ooh (Bitch), everything that a nigga did is not regular (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Bad bitch wanna fuck some, better hit my cellular (Bitch, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (Slatt)
And these old rap niggas, they all predators (Ooh)
Niggas be actin' like they really rich but livin' like janitors (Ooh)
Lowkey late night on the Sunday Street (Yeah), far from the ministers (Beep)
Fuckin' this bitch but got chemistry (Beep)
I did shit deep in the industry (Beep)
I got the .30s on my clip with the beam, green, err (Yeah)
I got the coupe, it's brown on brown like a goddamn reindeer (Skrrt)
Comin' up, Burberry, champagne, my bitch pure (Go)
I create the cure, I fuck up the looks (Hol' up)
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I pop Percs, sip lean, don't drink liquor (Mm-mm)
From the D, might buy wires with the mink fur (Uh)
My nigga Yachty quit the Wocky, I'm like, "Is you sure?"
We off a lotta syrup, but I still'd shoot (But I, hm)
Know I be with niggas special as I'm killin' crews (Yeah, I do)
Yeah, whole gang of niggas who make niggas move (They do)
Fuck a bitch and her momma if I feel it's bool (Ye-yeah)
Skubaroo make a pass (Ye-yeah), the daughter send me nudes (Ye-yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks so I see Roger Federer (Get it)
Fuck the opps, I up chops on all my competitors (Slime)
If there's smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (Yeah)
Shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra (Yeah, hahaha)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
We at your door like extra, extra, read all about it
All my niggas teeth gold like they 'bout it 'bout it (Yeah)
Three different hoes stacked up in my new Ferrari
They don't even know each other but they sittin' body to body (Slatt)
Half of my staff white on white, look like Scotty 2 Hotty (Yeah)
My main bitch got two phones, one for when I call
Strap it to her purse, that shit look like a lil' Tamagotchi (Hoo)
On my momma, boy, I hate when they call me Lil Yatchy (Hoo)
I hate the paparazzi (Woo-hoo)
[Verse 4: Sada Baby]
(Uh-huh) Niggas better not call me any fuckin' thang but Sada (Yeah)
Call me Skuba and I don't know you, I'll beat up or shot ya (On God)
I hate the bitches and the bitch niggas in my condos (Aight, aight, aight uh)
Throw a lil' nigga off the cliff, Scuba Steve hate haji (Yeah)
Half a brick, I chop a brick, my mans gon' rock it (Hm)
I'm in Watts off the 'Dusse, my names ain't Rocky (Yeah)
On our way back to the nearest tatty and through bomb tag (Yeah)
Brodie and we jumped him (Yeah)
[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
(Frrt) Jumped 'em, stomped 'em, got him gone (Yeah)
Gave him a wedgie, he a nerd nigga, run him home (Bitch)
Sent your statements, your emotions, did Quincy Jones (Ha)
Better leave me 'lone, before I change the tone
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Frrt
Sada, Boat, Sada
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Haha