Kobe Anthony

[Intro: Sada Baby]
This that Melo Bryant
Huh, huh, Carmelo Bryant
Uh, my bad, Barmelo Bryant, mmm, duh
Huh, huh, this that Bobe Anthony, uh
Uh, this that Kobe Anthony, uh
Ayy, hmm, mmm

[Chorus: Sada Baby]
Let me tell you somethin', naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to niggas of your kind
Ho, let me tell you somethin', hmm, naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to bitches of your kind
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My tolerance ain't your tolerance, talk 'bout it

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Crank, crank, let me speed it up
I got bitches right around the corner that's tryna eat it up
I don't know them niggas, I'll ho them niggas with my feet up
You can't keep up, I'll shoot you in your shit if you don't speak up, ayy
Retarded, relentless, ign'ant, cutthroat
Heartless, rich, ain't no bitch I'll bust raw, ooh
How the fuck you ain't know your baby moms a busto?
I say how the fuck you ain't know your grandmama a custo? Ooh

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Hot nigga, stay in your lane or get dunked on
I dare a bitch boy say my name with a tough tone
Spit on an opp nigga, opp hoes get bust on
Morph up, turn into a Power Ranger with the buffs on
I came from servin' brick, need a Kevin Federline
Couldn't drop Act 3 and Kobe Anthony at a better time
Skub ridin' 'round with the AR alkaline
Tryna wet a slime, naw, fuck that
We ain't rubbin' niggas' nose, we gon' bust that
Kill the opp niggas, kill the opp hoes, and they rugrats
Shoot an opp nigga in the neck, send his lungs back
Had a gun, ain't bust back, how you come back?

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
'Bout fuck Glen up if he keep pourin' lines up
Naw, I'm lyin', leave you lyin' there with a lineup
Fuck with me and mines, it's on sight, get your eye punched
Get your eye black, knock your face through your iPad, uh
Not a strong safety, walk around with these thigh pads
Your bitch don't do shit but eat dick, got a thyroid problem
I horsecollar, hit the red zone with all my dollars
No, not Sada, I'ma be on your medulla oblongata
Yeah, huh, your medulla oblongata, huh
Got a white boy shoot like Tom Gugliotta
I sip drank, I like Wocky, Mars fuck 'round with vodka
I like 40s, I like Dracs, I love fuckin' 'round with choppers
I like money, I like paper, I like screamin', I love hollerin'
I'll yell at your bitch and tell her, "Leave me fuckin' 'lone" (Hold up)
Skilla Baby taught me that move, he cold, huh
I'll have Deno throw a bomb through your home, ah

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
Def Jam: Fight, block his shit if his eye soft
Rapper fight night, cut an MC lights off
My baby blind, close his eyes, talk shit, get the pints off
Bitches gettin' hit with the strap too, that's what the dykes taught me
If I call Steeze, he gon' pull up and leave shit
Nigga, maybe if you join the mob, you could be rich
Hitman act like a blogger, he leak shit
Nike give us an offer, we on elite shit
Sada lookin' just like Bean, throwin' fives up
We the business backcourt, make these rap niggas switch lines up

[Verse 5: Sada Baby]
Run L2 in real life, get some shots up
Make a mess, wet a nigga up like a mop bucket
Caution sign on the floor, huh, right there with his soul
In the trap leavin' mouse traps case a nigga told
When my pockets flat, easy bounce back, I just hit the road
I mean when they low, it's been five years since I was broke
A nigga want smoke, huh, huh, I can't tell him no
I just let him know hollow tip'll leave the letter O
And an extra hole, hit his head, make his bandana fold
Kill a nigga I ain't seen in ten year, this vendetta old, duh

[Chorus: Sada Baby]
Let me tell you somethin', naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to niggas of your kind
Ho, let me tell you somethin', hmm, naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to bitches of your kind
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My tolerance ain't your tolerance, talk 'bout it