Bad Attitude

Paff the barbarian, you's a librarian
My weapon Russian, Siberian
Tackle 'em, handle 'em
Big mouth pelican, blue face Benjamin
Eight-piece skeleton, smoking medicine
Big brain, Edison, love adrenaline
Ay, ay, I got a bad attitude, bitch

I buy all your mats for about seven
Call me: 505-336-0037
I sell every weapon: molly, AK-47
C4, thermite, call your brethren
I will make it in a second

Chigga gang, bitch, I got a bad attitude
If you fucking with my money, then you gonna be screwed
I'm not in the mood
Take these bitches back to school

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude

Snatch that shit, I go insane
Robbing banks, big brain
I got diamonds on my rings
Butterfly wings, they don't want to step in the ring
I'm the king, make you pay for all your sins
All I do is win
I buy all your mats for about seven
Call me: 505-336-0037
I sell every weapon: molly, AK-47
C4, thermite, call your brethren
I will make it in a second
I make so much money I give most of it away
So much cake, every day is my fucking birthday
If there's beef, I pull up, eat it like a buffet
And by the way
I fucked your bitch yesterday

Chigga gang, bitch, I got a bad attitude
If you fucking with my money, then you gonna be screwed
I'm not in the mood
Take these bitches back to school

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad, bad, bad

Ay, Paff the barbarian, you's a librarian
My weapon Russian, Siberian
Tackle 'em, handle 'em
Big mouth pelican, blue face Benjamin
Eight-piece skeleton, smoking medicine
Big brain, Edison, love adrenaline
Ay, ay, I got a bad attitude, bitch
When I pull up, I will shoot, bitch
Get out my way, move, bitch
You don't want me to go Maldrich
I stay the same, I will never switch
Die young, live fast
Get your fucking chain snatched
I can never take a break, when I die, I will rest
Young, dumb, walk free
I be fucking everybody
One, two, three, four, five, six, I will shoot anybody
Only speak facts in this bitch, and the rest will copy
Put you on a t-shirt, make you into somebody

Chigga gang, bitch, I got a bad attitude
If you fucking with my money, then you gonna be screwed
I'm not in the mood
Take these bitches back to school

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude

I got a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad attitude
I got a bad, bad, bad



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Writer(s): Matthew Nevindo Marsono, Krespo Ravaneli
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