SB5 Lyrics – Lil Yachty
I left outta school without momma’s permission
They wantin’ me dead, they be hoping and wishin’
I’m stealing your bags when I’m put in position
I’m dressed in all white like a chef in the kitchen
Lil Sada Boat baby I robbed and I worked I-***
But I still went and had joined the navy
I remember that shoot out in my red Benz had to duck low
A bullet almost grazed me that was then
But now I’m the type of *** to aim so right when I shoot I ain’t gotta dump
Twelve o’clock and I gotta whip looking for the trunk and you can’t fake the funk
Pistol attached to a *** like breast lumps
Light on the black pump
Pumpin’ on tank three
Three in the morning I’m half sleep
***, I’m half woke
Still aware enough to tell yo *** I’m an ***
I’m worried ’bout cash flow, income, and getting a bag though
I’m through the back door with my main ***
Can’t get caught with my side ***
I got Bape on, baby my low bring them bricks on a *** load
This *** only 5’4″ but this throat feel like it’s 7 feet deep
She suckin’ *** with a blindfold, make me disappear like my ***
I’m goin’ in *** guaranteed, left my momma house at seventeen
Met my first opp on Evergreen
He got dropped with guns he never seen
Had *** on my mind then
Free YNW Melly
I don’t know why you hatin’ on me
Give me a reason to leave the drake on E
Got his *** cooking steak for me
In a Rarri running from the state police
Chopper hold a hunnit to say the least
Lil *** ’bout to die so say your piece
I know I gotta stay lowkey
My granny say she pray for me
She know I keep a K on me
I’m waiting on a *** to play with me
*** I’m a lover and a fighter
Keep two sticks on me like Striger
Custom vests I ain’t no biker
She could stay the night if I invite her
For a 88, yeah, that’s the spider, red and yellow like I’m Roddy Piper
Give a damn if shawty got a ***, if the *** is goin’ I’ma pipe her
Chopper ’round my back like 8 numbers, 8 numbers like I was at Rikers
Pistol snug like it’s in a diaper, *** with me got Balmain like a biker
***, what I want is hard to decipher, and aside from most these niggas liars
Austin Powers, Groovy Michael Myers, *** ’em off like Christmas Stomp the Yard
This lil *** right here, she got me hard, she just want the last four to my card
Drop her off right there on Boulevard, *** her once and left the baby scarred
She was wearing Fendi leotards, I been cooking whipping Leonard
Dicaprio this white boy a star
Trappin’ out the house and in the car, I just served your spouse up at the bar
And you told like the mouse you are, watch your mouth, you snitching from a far
Makes no sense, you niggas work with law
Make no sense you niggas need a dress, left Vanessa team but still correct
Collect ’em back to to back I will collect, I’m the richer man I won’t contest
I’m the better rapper, I confess, *** her now she setting up her desk
*** her now she organize my clothes, niggas mad I’m sending lower blows
Niggas mad I’m ***’ better hoes, I’m a G and sucking every toe
But I flip the *** like some dough, *** was on her face like Domino’s
(Thirty you a muthafuckin’ fool ***)