"Saibaman" lyrics

[Sada Baby:]
Uh, ShoNuff
Yop, yop, yop
It's that Eastside, ain't it?
Huh, huh, Green Tape
Huh, huh, huh, DX (MIA JAY C)

Been turnt, been puttin' bitches out, we think they schemin'
Uh, pretty face don't mean shit 'less she get away with murder, uh
Show your track and field skills, ho, hit a hurdle
Naw, I'll never hit a ho like I'm Harpo
Naw, we had super fine shit stuffed in Harpos
Uh, 'fore the Yercocets, huh, it was narcos
Fuck around, be lurkin' on your roof, look like a gargoyle (What else?)
Told that bitch I'm trickin', she ate kids, then she gargled (Hold up)
Tuh, they ain't guardin' blood (Naw)
Shawty stepped back from halfcourt and fucked his armor up
Naw, I feel like Army King
Uh, touch me, then I turn this shit to Tekken, arm and hand
Drac' got kick, martial arts (ShoNuff)
Badda-boom, badda-bing (Okay)
Naw, all that beatin', be done punched a nigga, Paul Phoenix (ShoNuff)
Be careful, we'll Eddy Gordo dance move, get him finished (What else?)
Eighty thousand when I smile, shout out to my dentist
Uh, block a bitch soon as I fuck her just 'cause I'm a menace
Huh, 'cause I stood up in it
Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout in it
From the front until she crippled (What else?)
Talkin' 'bout knees to her titties, uh
I want breakfast in the morning, sugar in my grits, huh
I want drank up off your body, syrup off your nipples, uh
Got a slow-mo pop from Yachty, ain't charge me a nickel (Naw)
They gon' teach the kids about me like I'm Rumpelstiltskin
Naw, teach the kids related to me that I be done killed you
Give a shit about no feelings, duh

[Lil Yachty:]
Bitch, the syrup back (Yeah), thirty in my lap (Yeah)
Please keep it rap (Yeah), fuckin' up my sack
Quagen pints back to back (Yeah)
She ask where the X, I pulled out a treasure map (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round on drank, speakin' in the lower cap (Yeah)
Stop watchin' an AP, you ain't never run no lap (Yeah)
Twin hit a nigga where he stand, no bap (Yeah)
Tough talkin' online, just please keep it rap (Yeah)
All of my hoes tens (Yeah), all got somethin' to grab (Yeah)
I don't beef on apps (Yeah), bullets for a jab (Yeah)
Think I might just wrap all of my hoes into a jab (Yeah)
Glock tucked in my pants, tryna hold it up, look like crabs (Yeah)
You whippin' that lil' shit, ain't you? Let me take a stab (Yeah)
Switchin' up my roster, feel just like the Mavs (Yeah)
And I prefer cash over faith, give me that (Yeah)
Bitin' on MD, Maybach tint like Stacey Dash (Yeah)
Known to do the dash

[Sada Baby:]
Yeah, yeah, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Huh, yeah, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
I got two words for you
Green Tape, huh, DX, huh
I got two words for you
Huh, huh, green Tape, huh, DX, nigga