Bad Boys
You can do all things through Christ, but playing with me that's a no no
The money be callin a yung nigga ballin, you know I shoot from the logo
Throwing them shots at a nigga I peep it, but I just treat it like promo
Plus all that internet I don't get into that, all of these niggas the popo
Got white diamonds in my new watch, it got me in love with the Coco
Freaky white bit from the Way name Dorothy, she know I'ma dog like Toto
My young nigga got hella tools like inspector gadget, you know he on gogo
Bitches dissin' on the gram, at my show now she want photos
Bitch I been having, no cap
Bandz on me way before rap
She texting me onna app
Lil hoe I'ma slide but don't post me on snap
I talk to Millie the other day still ain't forgot when she catch her the ho gone get slapped
These niggas ain't no where realer than me no respect for these niggas not even a dap
Me and the gang we be turnt in our section yea we going up ain't no stopping it
Just went and got fitted I'm drippin this sauce walk out on the stage now I'm rockin it
Strip Club throwing these dollars to all of these bitches that's poppin it
Boy ain't nobody bumping that shit I don't even know why you droppin it
I'ma big dog bitch, I do big dog shit
I'ma big P, I can fuck yo big dog bitch
My pockets fat as hell, I'm on some old skool Rick Ross shit
We catch you flontin' with sack we get you picked off quick
I'm just trappin I ain't with the actin, most these niggas cappin'
I ain't cocky I'm just statin' facts I bossed up made it happen
Real trapper, I ain't got no plastic, put it in the napkin
Still got this glock, rather be up in jail than laid up in a casket
They here Big Marlo and Tay Bandz, he say he Shaq and I'm Kobe
I'm the fifth man bitch I got that strap like Ginobli
Shid I'm ten toes in that field stand on my block like I'm Bodie
I might name my lil boy Billy on my soul bitch I'm goated
Ain't going diss for diss or shot for shot let's bring them choppas out
Might be the hardest fuck a list, a blog and what they talkin bout
Take my college bitch to IHOP take my ghetto bitch to Waffle House
They walk in this bitch playing on my soul, shid they ain't walkin' out
The money be callin a yung nigga ballin, you know I shoot from the logo
Throwing them shots at a nigga I peep it, but I just treat it like promo
Plus all that internet I don't get into that, all of these niggas the popo
Got white diamonds in my new watch, it got me in love with the Coco
Freaky white bit from the Way name Dorothy, she know I'ma dog like Toto
My young nigga got hella tools like inspector gadget, you know he on gogo
Bitches dissin' on the gram, at my show now she want photos
Bitch I been having, no cap
Bandz on me way before rap
She texting me onna app
Lil hoe I'ma slide but don't post me on snap
I talk to Millie the other day still ain't forgot when she catch her the ho gone get slapped
These niggas ain't no where realer than me no respect for these niggas not even a dap
Me and the gang we be turnt in our section yea we going up ain't no stopping it
Just went and got fitted I'm drippin this sauce walk out on the stage now I'm rockin it
Strip Club throwing these dollars to all of these bitches that's poppin it
Boy ain't nobody bumping that shit I don't even know why you droppin it
I'ma big dog bitch, I do big dog shit
I'ma big P, I can fuck yo big dog bitch
My pockets fat as hell, I'm on some old skool Rick Ross shit
We catch you flontin' with sack we get you picked off quick
I'm just trappin I ain't with the actin, most these niggas cappin'
I ain't cocky I'm just statin' facts I bossed up made it happen
Real trapper, I ain't got no plastic, put it in the napkin
Still got this glock, rather be up in jail than laid up in a casket
They here Big Marlo and Tay Bandz, he say he Shaq and I'm Kobe
I'm the fifth man bitch I got that strap like Ginobli
Shid I'm ten toes in that field stand on my block like I'm Bodie
I might name my lil boy Billy on my soul bitch I'm goated
Ain't going diss for diss or shot for shot let's bring them choppas out
Might be the hardest fuck a list, a blog and what they talkin bout
Take my college bitch to IHOP take my ghetto bitch to Waffle House
They walk in this bitch playing on my soul, shid they ain't walkin' out
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Writer(s): Tay Bandz
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