Bad (feat. MAŁ & Sol Lace)

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Fa'sho, fa'sho, fa'sho
Fa'sho, fa'sho, fa'sho
Grrr
Fa'sho, fa'sho, fresh out
Fresh out, fresh out
Fresh out the bed
I had the peaceful option
I chose violence instead
Oh shit, that's the OG hittin'
Finna hit a puff, like the OG Diddy
Take that, take that, I got more of these, nigga
Walk around with a cutter, finna mow these niggas
I'm on some bat shit
I'm on that BLATT shit
I'm on some black shit
I'm on some Activitis
Smack a nigga like I'm massa, if he talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it back!
You said you was bad, but what happened to that?
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop off of the brink
When I talk, man, it sound like a tank
'Cause bitch, what I want, I'ma take
Wait, holla back when I'm back from the bank
Hold on, I'm—I'm hungry
Alright, take this (Take that?)
Alright bet
Damn
I thought it was drank
I keep a shooter present
But I don't need it
Like it was Drake
I keep some bitches present
I don't be giving presents
I keep the molly, the stick, the drink
But I can't help these peasants
I'm going fast in the whip
I'm going fast in the Lamb'
I'm going fast, but not as yo' bitch
She giving up top, she suckin' on dick
No, I don't ball, but I do not miss
I shot the nigga, but I missed the charge
I dropped the Roxi' all the whip
I feel like Future, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, but I don't pay for the shit
She suckin' and fuckin' all on my crew
All on my crew, damn, that's your boo?
I'm in the stu, pass me the boof
Pass me the stick and I'll shoot off the roof
Pass me the bad bitch, I'd pass her to you
Pass me the cup, bitch, you can't get that back
I am the king of the hill, bitch, I'm slatt
He wanted problems, my choppa go BLATT
My name is MAŁ, I be so bad
I hit the bih, with the glick in the back
I hit the bitch from the clit from the back
I'm in her guts, mac and cheese how it sound
I aim the stick from the clip, bitch, you're found
I put a stick in the ground, like a founder
I love money, so she want me around her
Caught her putting ten bands right in her purse
Told the bitch "after that, you gotta go"
"Drop to your knees or hit the door"
"Just keep the bread" I said "you need it more"
Double cup ice, pour me up four
Who want action? I'm back
"How you been?"
I been good, now I'm back on my bad shit
Lights, camera, ass
Beat from the back in 4K with the flash
Flat shit, fashion
Bitch, I been bad like a mattress
They don't want smoke, like a match to a Black
Me and MAŁ in your home and we matchin' in black
All up in yo' kitchen and takin' the snacks
All up in yo' hoe and she makin' it clap
Bought me a bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back for my—What?
Uh
Hittin' yo' bitch without a break, bitch
I gotta muhfuckin' break, bitch
You can't even muhfuckin' break bread bitch
I'm 'bout to pull out the Kel-Tec, I'm lettin' it hit
It go tt-tt-tt-tt-tt-tt
Lettin' it rip like
(Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Lettin' it rip
Lil' nigga, yeah, you is a bitch
Got yo' bitch on my dick doin' tricks
She really a fiend, she is sick
Gettin' greedy with kills
I might go send up my clip
I'm 'finna set up my mags
I'm 'boutta go in my bag
I'm 'boutta go out real bad
These niggas goin' out sad
These niggas really a bitch
These niggas really is hoes
I'm about to leave you in a ditch
I'ma bury you where grass dont grow
Then I smash your bad lil hoe
Fuckin' her in my backseat
I teach her about the birds and the bees
I like foreigns, over the seas
Pullin' up, gave the valet my key
And hoe, stop talkin' to me
You know I'm the Top G
They callin' Lace Papi
FYTB the regime
Emptyin' out of my beam
Emptyin' all the clips
Messin' with me you get hit
Tongue is the sword, callin' up Fitz
I am the lord and you is a bitch
You drive an Accord, you is not shit bitch
Or lit, bitch
I'm lit bitch, my aura
I'm lit bitch
I'm lit bitch, my aura
She gettin' wet, just by my aura
Shit gettin' wet, I make her sore
Nothin' but slat
Nothin' but wack
Nothin' but flak
You niggas be emptyin' out all the caps
I got a mini-gun, sprayin' out facts
Aim at your guts
You talkin' to much
Choppa it hush
Shh, bitch
I don't even gotta write on shit
Yeah, your hoe still gon' ride on this dick
On God
This shit lit
I'm back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm bad
That's how we doin' 'em back
The teachers they said I was bad
'Cause I was talking back
Mike Jack how I'm walking backwards (Shamone!)
Told my hoe "my phone got tapped"
I'm like "you off a bean, why you stalking my jack?"
If you suck from the front, I can blow from the back
I get it wet like a tap
Water
She wonder how I do that
Slaughter
I should just keep going
I should just let—do this the whole rest of the song
And it's still gonna slap
Grrr!
My shit gonna hit like a hook
I get it right with a hook
I should just go write a book
About how I'm bad and not good
'Bout how I got back in my book bag
Bought me a bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my uh
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my uh
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta
Keep rockin'
Or kick rocks
Hold on

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