Lame Songtext
von Sada Baby

(You stupid ass lil′ boy)
-, move some (put 'em)
Huh, make her put ′em, a -, move some
Ayy, uh-huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
Throw 'em Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin′
Bust that -ga in his ear because he heard somethin′
Don't give that -ch you with a dime until she earn somethin′

Make her put 'em pills on the road, -, move somethin′
Show 'em boys you ain′t no h-, go and shoot somethin'
- that dissin' on ′em songs, -, do somethin′
Huh, I'm on the block with ′bout 200

I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
M got old money, Wildman got ′bow money
I - yo' - and -ched her soul, now I got your money
And your - money, now you got no money, hmm


Don′t want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh
Bet top dollar that my pops'd - your pops up, -
I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, n-
And if you - ′round with lil′ bro, we tear your block up, -

Huh, choppa and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, -
I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em
I don′t - with thots, most of 'em blocked after my - up in ′em, -
It's a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rockin′ with 'em?

Lame a- -, "What you claim?" as- n-
I'm a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella
- mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti
My big brother richer than you -, he just drop baguettey

My lil′ - not your big homie, y′all tryna cop a prezi'
Ain′t worried 'bout keepin′ it copacetic, we hold choppas steady
Walk around with him, no CC dubs, tryin' not to get arrested
Can′t not be ready, we got scopes on 'em - with the legs

Lil' blood watchin′ for the feds, your baby mama playin′ my dreads
I - her in your bed, she don't even give you he-
Light skin -, you red, front your move, you dead
Write on a n- like lead, loose-leaf paper, get shred


All these cans make a keg, make sure my - fed
Yeah, hmm, green beam of the infrared
Triple beam of the fish scale, foreign whip, I′m a fishtail
Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh

Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin′
Throw 'em Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin′
Bust that - in his ear because he heard somethin'
Don't give that -ch you with a dime until she earn somethin′

Make her put ′em pills on the road, -, move somethin'
Show ′em boys you ain't no h-, go and shoot somethin′
- that dissin' on ′em songs, -, do somethin'
Huh, I'm on the block with ′bout 200

I got new money, Trem got shootin′ money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I f- yo′ -ch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your h- money, now you got no money, hm-mm