Baklava lyrics

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
I just overdid it off the drank I might faint
Hundred bands on me, f*ck a bank, f*ck you think
I got rank I got I aim I got shakes I got chains
Shoot them chop sticks at n*ggas we don't do no gun range
My new b*tch from Saint-Tropez
Let me see what my bando made
Lemme eat a b*tch where the sun don’t shine
Know I'm from the hood where the n*ggas don't play
Boy you from the hood where the hoes like lames
Main reason n*ggas never chose your mane
Big .45 it’ll swell your brain
Big AR come expose your gang
Glock in his face like 3D
Shots to the arm like TB
f*ck a foreign hoe in a teepee
Know a lil' n*gga wanna be me
Bloxk Party all on repeat
She don't want sh*t but the skeet skeet
I don't want sh*t but to be a king
Strong on these n*ggas like creatine
I smoke weed till I can't smoke weed
Smoke me a n*gga tryna take my cheese
Broke me a b*tch tryna play with me
Put a n*gga story on A&E
Baccarat my spray ain't cheap
Baklava with my German heat
All I say is one word we beefing
Sticks from overseas do you lethal
b*tch I got an attitude, used to be broke with no hoes still showing gratitude
Now I rock a show and make yo' hoe come home be mad at you
Like how she end up with a goofy, you out yo sh*t think she ain't my groupie
Be on my di*k and I ain’t touch that coochie
Mhm, on my Momma that’s the truth
Mhm, and yo Momma love me too
And you wondering what I'm about to do, uh
On God pass the rock I shoot her
I ain’t never gotta find my juice, uh
See nem on that line my juice, uh
Four cup, three cup, no two cup, uhh
I'm a rich n*gga boy you a poo-putt
All the n*ggas round me like to shoot stuff
All the b*tches round me like to chew nut
Put my finger in yo face you won't do none
Yo b*tch come every time I buy a new gun
Cause she know this b*tch bout to do ya'
I lift my strap raise the roof up
Take care of my trap like a newborn, got the white b*tch on me like I do porn
Brand new Jays, shoot porn
Block yo b*tch gotta new horn
Kawhi Leonard when you scoring
Put the L’s on a n*gga and I do more
(Hugh) Lame n*gga living off TuneCore
You get no show money don't do tours
I popped 10 Percocets don't do bored
I just poured me a 5 don't do 4's
[Verse 2: G Herbo]