Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
Felonies and career crime
My family was the posterboys
All smiles in their wanted signs
Never had a job
But they self employed
Grew up fast
Cus I wouldn't last
Bein' a lil boy
Soon enough Beretta Cheetah
In all black
My favorite toy
Keep it real
Ain't nothing else
That's how I built my long friendships
Y'all pillow talking
Doing snake shit
Group of pussies
With some estrogen
Gossipping and cooperation
You give receipts and hard evidence
Type of shit you can't save em
It's a bloodline
It's their heritage
Knife scars in my back
Raised by cold cutthroats
And class in session
With the riot glass
Hidden message through the telephone
Tell em' who I know
That's a hall pass
Chalk it up to my mom and dad
They were cutting work
They were good at math
No GPA
But it's GTA
Diligent students
Honor roll grads
Shinin' star hometown athletes
When it's game time
They were on track
Makin' trips
They were on the run
Gotta ghost gun sitting on my lap
No forked roads
Only highways
I'ma go to hell doing it my way
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
No serial numbers on the click clack
I assemble it with a stick mag
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
Gutz - All Bad Lyrics
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Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
Felonies and career crime
My family was the posterboys
All smiles in their wanted signs
Never had a job
But they self employed
Grew up fast
Cus I wouldn't last
Bein' a lil boy
Soon enough Beretta Cheetah
In all black
My favorite toy
Keep it real
Ain't nothing else
That's how I built my long friendships
Y'all pillow talking
Doing snake shit
Group of pussies
With some estrogen
Gossipping and cooperation
You give receipts and hard evidence
Type of shit you can't save em
It's a bloodline
It's their heritage
Knife scars in my back
Raised by cold cutthroats
And class in session
With the riot glass
Hidden message through the telephone
Tell em' who I know
That's a hall pass
Chalk it up to my mom and dad
They were cutting work
They were good at math
No GPA
But it's GTA
Diligent students
Honor roll grads
Shinin' star hometown athletes
When it's game time
They were on track
Makin' trips
They were on the run
Gotta ghost gun sitting on my lap
No forked roads
Only highways
I'ma go to hell doing it my way
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
No serial numbers on the click clack
I assemble it with a stick mag
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
Felonies and career crime
My family was the posterboys
All smiles in their wanted signs
Never had a job
But they self employed
Grew up fast
Cus I wouldn't last
Bein' a lil boy
Soon enough Beretta Cheetah
In all black
My favorite toy
Keep it real
Ain't nothing else
That's how I built my long friendships
Y'all pillow talking
Doing snake shit
Group of pussies
With some estrogen
Gossipping and cooperation
You give receipts and hard evidence
Type of shit you can't save em
It's a bloodline
It's their heritage
Knife scars in my back
Raised by cold cutthroats
And class in session
With the riot glass
Hidden message through the telephone
Tell em' who I know
That's a hall pass
Chalk it up to my mom and dad
They were cutting work
They were good at math
No GPA
But it's GTA
Diligent students
Honor roll grads
Shinin' star hometown athletes
When it's game time
They were on track
Makin' trips
They were on the run
Gotta ghost gun sitting on my lap
No forked roads
Only highways
I'ma go to hell doing it my way
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
No serial numbers on the click clack
I assemble it with a stick mag
Runnin' round with no money
And hand me downs
It was all bad
Socks and clothes had to mismatch
Depressed
Now I'm in mishaps
Momma told me to bag it up
Now I'm tweaking just from the contact
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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