Lil Yachty – Sb5

Lil Yachty – Sb5 Lyrics

Artist: Lil Yachty
Song: Sb5

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-dick
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 n#gg# 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 n#gg# like breast lumps
Light on the black pump

Pumpin’ on tank three
Three in the morning I’m half sleep
n#gg#, I’m half woke
Still aware enough to tell yo b#tch I’m an #ssh#l#

I’m worried ’bout cash flow, income, and getting a bag though
I’m through the back door with my main b#tch
Can’t get caught with my side hoe
I got Bape on, baby my low bring them bricks on a high load

This b#tch only 5’4″ but this throat feel like it’s 7 feet deep
She suckin’ dick with a blindfold, make me disappear like my weed
I’m goin’ in b#tches guaranteed, left my momma house at seventeen
Met my first opp on Evergreen

He got dropped with guns he never seen
Had murder 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 b#tch cooking steak for me
In a Rarri running from the state police
Chopper hold a hunnit to say the least

Lil n#gg# ’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 n#gg# to play with me
b#tch 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 n#gg#, if the b#tch 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, b#tch with me got Balmain like a biker
b#tch, what I want is hard to decipher, and aside from most these n#gg#s liars
Austin Powers, Groovy Michael Myers, kill ’em off like Christmas Stomp the Yard
This lil b#tch right here, she got me hard, she just want the last four to my card

Drop her off right there on Boulevard, f#cked 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 n#gg#s work with law
Make no sense you n#gg#s 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, f#cked her now she setting up her desk
f#cked her now she organize my clothes, n#gg#s mad I’m sending lower blows
n#gg#s mad I’m f#ckin’ better hoes, I’m a G and sucking every toe
But I flip the p#ss# like some dough, f#ck was on her face like Domino’s

(Thirty you a muthaf#ckin’ fool n#gg#)
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From the album:
Michigan Boy Boat [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021