SO BAD (feat. DBG Naughty)

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Yeah I'm a hack again
Say I been getting money, yeah, a nigga in his bag now
A nigga in his bag now, remember I was broke, lil naughty getting, cash now
I'm getting cash now, remember I was broke, I'm chasing bags now

I'm chasing bags now, I'm chasing bags now, chasing, yeah, I'm chasing
Remember I was broke, a nigga really chasing bags now
Run up on la naughty boy, you know you better stand down
Thirty in his glizzy, you know I'ma strike him all out

I remember I was broke, ditching school and calling out
Oh, damn, y'all know how I feel
Late nights I was talking, I was jigging off them pills
When shit was getting sticky, had his feet right by my side

And I play bout, la mill, he play with him, then he gon' die
And bitch, it ain't no pressure, you know we gon' go and slide
All my niggas with it, we be opening up that fye
Told Brody, just come on, let's go hop up in this ride

Cause we gon' spin this bike, I promise niggas, they gon' die
Bitch, I'm really tweaking, got some shit out for my mind
I'm thinking bout LaDanny why my Brody had to die
I'm thinking bout LaDanny, know my Brody in the sky

And I be getting high, smoking drugs until I cry
And this shit got me hurting, they know I'm the golden ticket
And if you play with me, then ain't no question, shootah  blick em,
They know I'm rocking with them hitters, cold hearted killers

They know I'm rocking with them hitters, cold hearted killers
Yeah, they step behind me
Yeah, they step behind me
I do this shit for Nene, yeah, I do it for mami

I do this shit for Nene, yeah, I do it for mami
Remember I was broke, a nigga really chasing bags now
Run up on the naughty boy, you know you better stand down
Thirty in his Gizzy, you know I'ma strike him all out

I remember I was broke, ditching school and calling out
Damn, y'all know how I feel
Late nights I was thugging, I was jigging on them pills
When shit was getting sticky, had his feet right by my side

And I played ball with Milly, play with him, then you gon' die
Damn, bitch, look into my eyes
You can see the pain every night, swea I cry
I'm holding on some shit, tryna touch a mill, that's the sky

I'm holding on some shit, tryna touch a mill, that's the sky
It's hard as a bitch, niggas stalling and shit
Tryna get the beef from order, pick them off in this bitch
Play with the kids spark the shit, blow his fit off

Brothers say you better move right, flip it, finna
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
I remember trapping all day, tryna get up
Nigga, I won't in school to play, I'm robbing in the halls

Nigga, I'm just tryna get the cake, tryna get it off
These niggas waiting, these niggas bluffing
End of discussion, we poppin' muffins
Before you think my f*ck went us, you better think about your mother

Remember, I was broke, a nigga really chasing bags now
Run up on an audience, boy, you know you better stand out
Thirty in his glizzy, you know I'ma strike him hard out
I remember I was broke, ditching school and calling out

Damn, y'all know how I feel
Late nights I was thugging, I was jigging on them pills
When she was getting sticky, had his feet right by my side
And Ion play about la milly, he play with him, then he gon' die

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