Yesterday - FMB DZ, Sada Baby

I’ma knock a nigga off if they play with Sada

Nigga play with the don dada, I’ma find a chopper

A nigga get out of line, I’ma pop his head

Me and Skuba side by side lookin' like Rock and Red

To each end we dropped a five in the Rock 'n Rye

Nigga ever disrespect my squad then he 'bout to die

Everything I speak facts, I never told a lie

Hit a nigga block while it’s wet, we gon' leave it dry

I’m in red, DZ in blue, we like the double dragons

He dropped a deuce, I dropped a deuce, we fucked a couple bad ones

Just made twenty while I’m counting out my last one, ask 'em

Fucked a pair of twins and we passed 'em

Them hoes love to do molly, dip and dabble

So much money in my jeans, that’s why I sag ‘em

Money handling, we got them bitches dippin', dabblin'

Ain’t no grappling, we got sticks and move packages

I fuck with savages, me and my niggas still sip Actavis

Walk in the club with the pole 'cause they ain’t checkin' us

Ten white hoes off that blow, they attackin' us

Just got 'em gone on that raw, feel miraculous

Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday

Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I’m 'bout to send 'em out the way

When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J

If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today

Seven lines of that drink, nine percs to the face

Put a stock on the chop, take a jerk out the game

Plug takin' too long, extra work for my weight

Turn around, state to state, I put sixty in my safe

Another fifty came in, I had to put it in the bank

My nigga Smoke just walked in, he got a bag full of drank

Make a nigga baby mama snort a cocaine line

Top side so good, start a soul train line

Nigga That stick ain’t got no thirty so you know it ain’t mine

All these diamonds on a nigga, fuck around and go blind

Nigga try to reach for mine, we gon' see what’s on your mind

All these niggas said they heavy and they jewelry in the pond

All my niggas got on buffs look like we on our way to prom

It’s Big Skuba and the don, we need seventy-five a line

Left my four-five with BK, my Draco with Juan

Yeah Skuba left his chopper but I still ride with mine

Lay a hand on the don, you gon' die while you tryin'

Ain’t no nigga never pressed me, if they told you that, they lyin'

And I sip expensive pots, fuck with me, you will get dropped

Go up top with that Glock, bro nasty with the chop

Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday

Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I’m 'bout to send 'em out the way

When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J

If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today