Bad Manners

Big moves on the stereo, hopefully it pays great
Just got on my two four, younger me had to rock eight
Dropped sixty on the last night, came outta retirement
If i ever became coach, you know who i'm firing
Okay, i think that i'm Kobe, shooting from far like Ginobli
I might just cop that new Rolley, i'll never be Axel Foley
I just pulled up in that black thang, you just pulled up in trash cane
I think that im pushing my limits, i pulled up and made some more digits
Throw out the lames, what is you sayin, you were never in the Village
My homies come with me in spirit, the motto is get it just get it
Learned it when i was an asshole, now i'm just making this bankroll
You can not come to my castle, you and your homies a hassle

Low lights, table dancers
Village Hidden, bad manners
So deep, cant stand us
Bad manners, big money, bad manners

Foreigns on foreigns, yo life is boring, what is you doing my nigga
Been up since 6:30, trynna figure out how I can just go and just get it
I got that Beamer bike in my vision, I could just cop it and swerve off
Luxury living finessing the system, my tire screech as i burn off
You don't want zero problems, boy you cant even afford it
No label on my t-shirt, and i still look more important
Box seats with a bad ting, she kissing on my class ring
You saw that photo shoot, yo gal know thats king
Feeling TIP in 2006 we used to watch ATL all in the summer
The flick my wrist might change the season like all winter no summer
I'm looking like Nick as drummer, you prolly look like Morris Brown
I'm really the shit, you never been it, boy you looking like a fucking clown

Low lights, table dancers
Village Hidden, bad manners
So deep, cant stand us
Bad manners, big money, bad manners



Credits
Writer(s): Quest Dior
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