About To Blow
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
Keep your distance
K.I.N.G Aiden
That is me that's my description
Makin wealthy moves
That's what they see
It's a depiction
Hi, yes, how are you
That's not a greet
It's an infliction
I forgot to mention
I am not from this dimension
Making all this tension
It should keep you at attention
When you're nervous, shaking
You just building up suspspicion
Kind of hard to fool me when I've Been labeled as A villain
Labeled as a villain, that's because of My precision
Man, know I've got the time
I can make the climb
Just hope you don't run into me or That our path's Align
When you call my phone, just know, I put it on decline
Cause I ain't got the time
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
I was movin' far enough away from Hate
Like hold up, damn
You move in the paint I take you Down
You take the slam
Swishin' through the baskets, I won
They said it's a scam
Like when they have your back and Go shoot you For a gram
About to blow I know just how it Show so peep The score
Ain't seen numbers that high since I Spent it on the Gold
You and me is not the same my Chains is hanging Low
Man, you think you bold, I'll put that Check on hold
My own team run it
We make you want to rummage
Through whatever we got comin'
We turn nothin' into somethin'
I hear you shakin', mumblin'
I'm not out here hard to find
I shine just like a dime
I'm stuntin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
Keep your distance
K.I.N.G Aiden
That is me that's my description
Makin wealthy moves
That's what they see
It's a depiction
Hi, yes, how are you
That's not a greet
It's an infliction
I forgot to mention
I am not from this dimension
Making all this tension
It should keep you at attention
When you're nervous, shaking
You just building up suspspicion
Kind of hard to fool me when I've Been labeled as A villain
Labeled as a villain, that's because of My precision
Man, know I've got the time
I can make the climb
Just hope you don't run into me or That our path's Align
When you call my phone, just know, I put it on decline
Cause I ain't got the time
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
I was movin' far enough away from Hate
Like hold up, damn
You move in the paint I take you Down
You take the slam
Swishin' through the baskets, I won
They said it's a scam
Like when they have your back and Go shoot you For a gram
About to blow I know just how it Show so peep The score
Ain't seen numbers that high since I Spent it on the Gold
You and me is not the same my Chains is hanging Low
Man, you think you bold, I'll put that Check on hold
My own team run it
We make you want to rummage
Through whatever we got comin'
We turn nothin' into somethin'
I hear you shakin', mumblin'
I'm not out here hard to find
I shine just like a dime
I'm stuntin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
We got bad news, bad cars, what we Got comin'
I got three, four, five, six, bad bitches Runnin'
Don't you come up on me cussin'
Don't you run up on me, cut it
Five, six, seven, hits is nothin'
Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Roach
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