Too Bad
Do the dash inna whip when I'm ridin'
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
You be crawlin' I be runnin' to the top (To the top)
All these lames hatin', it need to stop (Need to stop)
Lil' flower boy let it bang bang bang
They see me out in public, they be knowin' my name
Pull up with the gang make you frightened
Semi-Automatic shooters all be snipin'
(Aye) And I'm fly as a kite man
Imma score like a QB to a Tight End
I got up out the mud (Oooh-ooh)
Don't call me your bud (Oooh-ooh)
Swervin' inna coupe (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Do the dash inna whip when I'm ridin'
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
Do the dash inna whip when I'm ridin'
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
You be crawlin' I be runnin' to the top (To the top)
All these lames hatin', it need to stop (Need to stop)
Lil' flower boy let it bang bang bang
They see me out in public, they be knowin' my name
Pull up with the gang make you frightened
Semi-Automatic shooters all be snipin'
(Aye) And I'm fly as a kite man
Imma score like a QB to a Tight End
I got up out the mud (Oooh-ooh)
Don't call me your bud (Oooh-ooh)
Swervin' inna coupe (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Do the dash inna whip when I'm ridin'
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
Do the dash inna whip when I'm ridin'
Pull up, steal your girl you behind then
Just want some cash to make this life worth while
All these lames tryna' hate and jack my style
Die lit I've done this all before
She obsessed, she hittin' up for more
Couple racks in my Vuitton handbag
I get dimes you get pennies that's too bad
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Writer(s): Brennan Kirby
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