150/55

[Refrain: Sada Baby & G Herbo]
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns
I told Herb, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a perc, this the second one
I'll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
I just put a two on topside, black excellence
I cook dope all day, I'm the Goat wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't no limit
Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased by a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason
Do bad business, fuckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em

[Verse: Sada Baby]
Flip 'em, I get a nigga bitch robbed
See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain't Big Squad
It's 150, wit' 55 can't let shit slide
I'm from the Eastside, you ain't see no nigga this live
Give that boy a shit bag, catch a nigga blow his shit out
Don't make me get out
Do-wop and Skilla pull them clips out

[Verse: G-Herbo]
Lil' bro made em shut the club down, nigga flipped out
Seen this shit, open, close range, face ripped out
Caught so many stupid niggas walking out a bitch house
It ain't shit to fund a couple wars, I'm so rich now
We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em (Pussy)
Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em

[Verse: Sada Baby]
Every other day I'm buying bops for my niggas 'nem
Lame nigga keep chasing clout, we gon' get at him
And every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin' him
Nigga acting like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine

[Verse: G-Herbo]
I got Runflats on my tires 'cause we in this shit
Five glicks, we be 4-7 'cause we in the 6
What I tell you 'bout a nigga age? They ain't innocent
I be reminiscing we was hot heads, drillin' shit

[Verse: Sada Baby]
I'm rememberin'
All the bitches that was into me
We got intimate, and then I left and made them ignorant
I'm inconsiderate, don't give a fuck 'cause I'm belligerent
And deliberate, I end my enemies with fifty clips

[Verse: G-Herbo]
We was Militant
Went on missions then I'm ignorant
Stay listening, taught myself 'cause I got disipline
Diamonds glistening, that ain't shit I paid a brick for this
Made an M this year and ain't do shit, now that's arithmetic
Made an M and I can't even travel, ain't that 'bout a bitch?
Niggas taking shit up in the streets, but ain't that 'bout a bitch?
Go to NY, I'ma tote a scalpel I ain't got a blick
Same Glock but yours automatic, my shit got a switch

[Verse: Sada Baby]
Burns on my back, so I keep a burner in the trap
I send a nigga to his grave, if it's 'bout a bag
Drop body, tell nobody 'bout it I ain't gotta brag
4-5 or the 0-9, got a lotta mags
Once them knifes on your ass, ain't no more chances
Up this Drac' on yo ass, give you close casket
I'll shoot an opp bitch too since them hoes askin
Hold the AR to my stomach like we slow dancin'

[Verse: G-Herbo]
Kidnap a nigga just to kill 'em, it ain't no ransom
Ride with the clique, fuck a bitch, we ain't romancin'
Whoop a nigga quick, all kicks, call it no hands
Pressure on they ho ass, no pass, no chances
This bitch will fall off your waist, can't do no dancing
Oppers can't even get near me, ain't got no transit
Fucking off in a foreign till we blow trans'
My bro shoot this bitch from half, like he go to Kansas
And I shot that bitch from close, like I go to Duke
For Chris and Calvin, throwin' C's, like I roll with Snoop

[Verse: Sada Baby]
And Campanella throwin' P's, know I'm Skubaru
Big Squad fresh, stomp a nigga, Phi Gamma woo
I just smoked eleventeen blunts up in Illinois
When I link up with your smut, I won't get annoyed
When I break up with that butt, I won't fill a void
I just made another hundred racks, I was aiming for it
Open up ten traps you can get employed
Get another twenty straps you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, Wock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans
Once you put it on the floor, you takin' the L, dub

[Refrain: Sada Baby & G Herbo]
I pulled up to Chiraq with my own guns
I told Herb, you ain't got let me hold none
I just popped me a perc, this the second one
I'll whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
I just put a two on topside, black excellence
I cook dope all day, I'm the Goat wit' it
Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I ain't no limit
Shorty 'nem a squeeze up a school ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased by a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix with the streets, ain't no reason
Do bad business, fuckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em