Nigga I was down bad on my ass But I had to get up had to run a back
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last Play both sides now she got me mad
AR on my side boy you went out bad Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Rr-run nigga trap do a petty hunt Niggas on the net acting nigga Betty White
How you don't know the play and I said it twice New whip hella space like a megabyte
Why that bitch think she right but she never right I packed me a nigga didn't plenty times
He not tryna stain he not one of mine When I'm at nigga crib I'm looking through the blind
Niggas be hoes tip and drop and die How you gon flex bitch you ain't did the crime
Now she wanna f*ck just because my rhymes I was in the rain but the sun gon shine
Life is a mountain that you gotta climb One way up I'm looking at the sign
Flash on the Glock It turn a nigga blind AR or the pistol watch how I come by
Nigga I was down bad on my ass But I had to get up had to run a back
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last
Played both sides now she got me mad Yeah AR on my side boy you went out bad
Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Bitch I'm feeling good I'ma catch a hat
I'm on the road and I'm tryna catch a rat Got that RPG like Weiland
Just like Summrs I'm shopping in Neiman's I left the hoe like Kanye left Adidas
Watch Dogs how I'ma make that PlayStation explode
Kel-Tec Sub make that boy implode She do my laundry I could never fold
T-This bitch mad I get too many hoes I got like four bullets inside the clip
F*ck I mean mag Tryna run up and you're a fag
Hall of fame shooter with that Glock I still got no time even though I'm watching the clock
You you a bad hoe I don't f*ck with trans hoes
Dpoc - Bad (feat. hollowtiphero & perc40) Lyrics
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Nigga I was down bad on my ass But I had to get up had to run a back
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last Play both sides now she got me mad
AR on my side boy you went out bad Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Rr-run nigga trap do a petty hunt Niggas on the net acting nigga Betty White
How you don't know the play and I said it twice New whip hella space like a megabyte
Why that bitch think she right but she never right I packed me a nigga didn't plenty times
He not tryna stain he not one of mine When I'm at nigga crib I'm looking through the blind
Niggas be hoes tip and drop and die How you gon flex bitch you ain't did the crime
Now she wanna f*ck just because my rhymes I was in the rain but the sun gon shine
Life is a mountain that you gotta climb One way up I'm looking at the sign
Flash on the Glock It turn a nigga blind AR or the pistol watch how I come by
Nigga I was down bad on my ass But I had to get up had to run a back
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last
Played both sides now she got me mad Yeah AR on my side boy you went out bad
Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Bitch I'm feeling good I'ma catch a hat
I'm on the road and I'm tryna catch a rat Got that RPG like Weiland
Just like Summrs I'm shopping in Neiman's I left the hoe like Kanye left Adidas
Watch Dogs how I'ma make that PlayStation explode
Kel-Tec Sub make that boy implode She do my laundry I could never fold
T-This bitch mad I get too many hoes I got like four bullets inside the clip
F*ck I mean mag Tryna run up and you're a fag
Hall of fame shooter with that Glock I still got no time even though I'm watching the clock
You you a bad hoe I don't f*ck with trans hoes
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last Play both sides now she got me mad
AR on my side boy you went out bad Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Rr-run nigga trap do a petty hunt Niggas on the net acting nigga Betty White
How you don't know the play and I said it twice New whip hella space like a megabyte
Why that bitch think she right but she never right I packed me a nigga didn't plenty times
He not tryna stain he not one of mine When I'm at nigga crib I'm looking through the blind
Niggas be hoes tip and drop and die How you gon flex bitch you ain't did the crime
Now she wanna f*ck just because my rhymes I was in the rain but the sun gon shine
Life is a mountain that you gotta climb One way up I'm looking at the sign
Flash on the Glock It turn a nigga blind AR or the pistol watch how I come by
Nigga I was down bad on my ass But I had to get up had to run a back
Nigga walk down pressing 30 in the mag I'm the type nigga count up in the back of class
I don't f*ck with that bitch I knew he wouldn't last
Played both sides now she got me mad Yeah AR on my side boy you went out bad
Bitch I'm feeling good finna get a tat
Bitch I'm feeling good I'ma catch a hat
I'm on the road and I'm tryna catch a rat Got that RPG like Weiland
Just like Summrs I'm shopping in Neiman's I left the hoe like Kanye left Adidas
Watch Dogs how I'ma make that PlayStation explode
Kel-Tec Sub make that boy implode She do my laundry I could never fold
T-This bitch mad I get too many hoes I got like four bullets inside the clip
F*ck I mean mag Tryna run up and you're a fag
Hall of fame shooter with that Glock I still got no time even though I'm watching the clock
You you a bad hoe I don't f*ck with trans hoes
Writer: Kevin ドポクソ
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid