Going Bad (Mixed)

Back home smoking legal (legal)
I got more slaps than a beatles the (beatles)
Foreign Shit runnin' on diesel dawg
Playin' with my name, that Shit is lethal dawg
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely(strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me dawg
Don't just say u down, you got to show me(what u gotta do)
Bring the clip back empty (it's empty)
You asked to see the boss so they sent me dawg(sent me dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10piece dawg(10piece dawg)
That ain't nothin',I'm just being friendly dawg

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh,put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball,
but I'll show u how the fuck you gotta do that
If u really wanna ball 'till u fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw u last night but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (what)
Got a sticky, and I keep it at my dawgs place
Girl, I left your love at a magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway

Woah woah oh woah
Woah woah ah

I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris(80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back to back is gettin' scary(back to back)
If u fuckin' with my odds, it's don't come near me(get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (that's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando(salute)

Everytime I'm in a trap, I move like Rambo (extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (thats a Fendi)
For real
She said, "oh, you rich rich"(rich rich)
Bitch I graduated call me "big fish"(ballin)
I've got Lori Harvey on my wish list (thats Lori)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (true story uh)
I've been had my way out here,yeah,know that's a fact
You ain't living that you sellin',yeah we know that's cap
You ain't gotta to ask when you see me,know I'm strapped (brrr)
DC OVO we back again,we going plat

It's just a lil'10-piece of her
Just to blow it in the mall doesn't mean that we involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playing ball,
but I will show you how the fuck you gotta ball
If you really wanna ball till you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still going bad on 'me anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day

Weezy outta here
Ama



Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Westen Broek Weiss
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