Bad Seed

Gold in my mouth
Mind's running empty
Yeah I got a serving of ice
It ain't melting
Gucci gang Gucci gang
Imma wear a new chain
Send your bitch flying
With the heat, that's a new thang

I split the bitch in 2 halves
Dick be so fire she shaking her calves
Pussy so fire i call it a molotov
Blew my fucking brain off, made me daft

I bring the heat, boy
Sipping it neat, boy
Beating the meat, boy
Homies go "yeet"
Edge of your seat, boy
Making em bleed, boy
You're a bad seed, boy
You're a bad seed

I get the bag and I know it
Hundred on my wrist and I know it
Five on my teeth and I know it
Neck on some ice age, I know it
Bitch bouncing on my dick, I know it
Folks tryna be a prick, I know it
Hella straight fire, I know it
Chevy, fat tyre, I know it

Feeling like I am Rick Ross
Spoiling my bitch like a boss
Leaving the bag to the hoes
Bitches be like "where the sauce?"
Bitch I'm desi Santa Claus
Got ice on myself and it glows
Shoot you in the head, case closed
Your girl on my dick and she blows

I bring the heat, boy
Sipping it neat, boy
Beating the meat, boy
Homies go "yeet"
Edge of your seat, boy
Making em bleed, boy
You're a bad seed, boy
You're a bad seed



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Writer(s): Agrya Srivastava
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