150/55 lyrics

[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
n*ggas 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, f*ckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em

[Verse: Sada Baby]
Flip 'em, I get a n*gga b*tch robbed
See an opp, gon get him dropped I ain't Big Squad
It's 150, wit' 55 can't let sh*t slide
I'm from the Eastside, you ain't see no n*gga this live
Give that boy a sh*t bag, catch a n*gga blow his sh*t 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, n*gga flipped out
Seen this sh*t, open, close range, face ripped out
Caught so many stupid n*ggas walking out a b*tch house
It ain't sh*t to fund a couple wars, I'm so rich now
We get on that boy ass, better get 'round em (pus*y)
Probably that Trackhawk Jeep where we found 'em
[Verse: Sada Baby]
Every other day I'm buying bops for my n*ggas 'nem
Lame n*gga keep chasing clout, we gon' get at him
And every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin' him
n*gga acting like a b*tch, doubt he fire, he too feminine

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

[Verse: Sada Baby]
I'm rememberin'
All the b*tches that was into me
We got intimate, and then I left and made them ignorant
I'm inconsiderate, don't give a f*ck '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 sh*t I paid a brick for this
Made an M this year and ain't do sh*t, now that's arithmetic
Made an M and I can't even travel, ain't that 'bout a b*tch?
n*ggas taking sh*t up in the streets, but ain't that 'bout a b*tch?
Go to NY, I'ma tote a scalpel I ain't got a blick
Same Glock but yours automatic, my sh*t got a switch
[Verse: Sada Baby]
Burns on my back, so I keep a burner in the trap
I send a n*gga 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 b*tch too since them hoes askin
Hold the AR to my stomach like we slow dancin'

[Verse: G-Herbo]
Kidnap a n*gga just to kill 'em, it ain't no ransom
Ride with the clique, f*ck a b*tch, we ain't romancin'
Whoop a n*gga quick, all kicks, call it no hands
Pressure on they ho ass, no pass, no chances
This b*tch will fall off your waist, can't do no dancing
Oppers can't even get near me, ain't got no transit
f*cking off in a foreign till we blow trans'
My bro shoot this b*tch from half, like he go to Kansas
And I shot that b*tch 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 n*gga, 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
n*ggas 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, f*ckin' with that bag, have my mans kill 'em