SB5

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

I left out of school without momma's permission

They wanted me dead, they be hoping and wishing

I'm still in 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 rock then I work

All these Ks but I still would have joined the navy

Remember that shoot-out in my red Vans

Had to duck, loaded the bullet almost grazed me

I stand but now I'm the type of nigga

That aim so right, when I shoot I ain't gotta dump

Twelve o'clock in the whip looking for the trunk

And you can’t fake the funk

Pistol attached to a nigga like breast lumps

Lot on the black pump

Pumping on tank three

Three in the morning, I'm half sleep

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

And nigga I'm half woke

Still aware enough to tell your bitch I'm an asshole

I'm worried 'bout cash flow, income, and getting the bag, though

I'm through the back door with my main bitch

Can't get caught with my side ho

I got Bape on, Baby Milo

Bring the bricks on the high low

This bitch only 5'4" but her throat feel like it's seven feet deep

She sucking dick with a blindfold

Made me disappear like my weed

I'm going in, bitch, it's 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 hating on me

Give me a reason to leave the Drac' on E

Got this bitch cooking steak for me

In the 'Rari running from the state police

Chopper hold a hundred, say the least

Lil nigga bout to die so say your peace

I know I gotta stay low-key

My granny said she pray for me

She know I keep a K on me

I was waiting on a nigga to play with me

Bitch I'm a lover and a fighter

Keep two sticks on me like striker

Custom vests, I ain't no biker

She could stay the night if I invite her

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]

488, yeah the Spider

Red and yellow like I'm Rowdy Piper

Give a damn if shorty got a nigga

If the bitch is going, I'ma pipe her

Choppa 'round my belt like eight numbers

Eight numbers like I was at Rikers

Pistol snug like it's in a diaper

Bitch with me got Balmain like a biker

Bitch, what I want is hard to decipher

In a cypher most these niggas liars

Austin Power groovy, Michael Myers

Kill 'em off like Chris in Stomp the Yard

This lil' bitch right here, she got me hard

She just want the last four  to my card

Drop her off right there on boulevard

Fucked her once and left the baby scarred

[Verse 4: Saba Baby]

She was wearing Fendi leotards

I been cooking, whipping

Leonard DiCaprio, this white boy a star

Trapping 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 afar

Make no sense, you niggas work with law

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]

Make no sense, you niggas need address

Left the nest, the team is still correct

Collect the bag, the bag I will collect

I'm the richer man, I won't contest

I'm the better rapper, I confess

Fucked her, now she setting up the desk

Fuck her, now she organize my clothes

Niggas mad I'm sending lower blows

Niggas mad I'm fucking better hoes

I'm a G, sucking ne’er toe

But I flipped the pussy like some dough

Freckles on her face like dominos

[Outro]

(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)