My Town (feat. Giggs)
Fucked up my bail, living in jail
Know I'm in hell, living in jail
I will not tell, they said I'd tell, I know the deal (Ayy)
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
They sniffing blow
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
(Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap)
They sniffing blow
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Woo)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man (Yeah)
This is my town (Ugh)
You ain't reppin' for the squad, you ain't gang, nigga
You ain't bang for your squad, you ain't gang, nigga
Where you reppin'? Where you stayin'?
Who you claimin', nigga? (Fuck nigga)
Sold your soul for some fame, nigga (Blap, blap, blap)
You a fronter, you a stunner
You ain't even got no gunners
You want beef, you want war
You ain't even got no lawyers
I stay fresh to the death
Niggas know I'll pop some collars
That's your girl, she see me, all this ice, she tryna holla
I keep the Js, they on me, yeah (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street, yeah
I play the game, it ain't free, yeah (Woo)
I got a .40, it's on me
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Woo)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Rah)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town (Yeah)
Big MAC (MAC)
Big machine (Machine)
Big machine (Machine)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Ha, ha)
Big bag, big cash in
Few money earners
Come through with the burners (Burners)
I come through with the mad man (Mad man)
There'll be too many murders (Yeah)
I been watching the whole rap game
I got too many nervous (Nervous)
I roll over the gerbils
I came through in a German
Mr. Bad man, Mr. Bad Man
I'm with Not Nice, man a bad man (Bad)
Just like that (Yeah, yeah)
Just like that (Like that)
Gangsta party, just like Pac
Friends, who's a foe?
Woah, who's my bro? (Bro)
Go to the show (Yeah)
No, you's a ho (Ho)
What's that?
What's that?
There's no texting, no WhatsApps
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
I keep the Js, they on me (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street (Yeah)
I play the game, it ain't free
I got a .40, it's on me
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Ah)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town (Yeah)
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Know I'm in hell, living in jail
I will not tell, they said I'd tell, I know the deal (Ayy)
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
They sniffing blow
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
(Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap)
They sniffing blow
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Woo)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man (Yeah)
This is my town (Ugh)
You ain't reppin' for the squad, you ain't gang, nigga
You ain't bang for your squad, you ain't gang, nigga
Where you reppin'? Where you stayin'?
Who you claimin', nigga? (Fuck nigga)
Sold your soul for some fame, nigga (Blap, blap, blap)
You a fronter, you a stunner
You ain't even got no gunners
You want beef, you want war
You ain't even got no lawyers
I stay fresh to the death
Niggas know I'll pop some collars
That's your girl, she see me, all this ice, she tryna holla
I keep the Js, they on me, yeah (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street, yeah
I play the game, it ain't free, yeah (Woo)
I got a .40, it's on me
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Woo)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Rah)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town (Yeah)
Big MAC (MAC)
Big machine (Machine)
Big machine (Machine)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Ha, ha)
Big bag, big cash in
Few money earners
Come through with the burners (Burners)
I come through with the mad man (Mad man)
There'll be too many murders (Yeah)
I been watching the whole rap game
I got too many nervous (Nervous)
I roll over the gerbils
I came through in a German
Mr. Bad man, Mr. Bad Man
I'm with Not Nice, man a bad man (Bad)
Just like that (Yeah, yeah)
Just like that (Like that)
Gangsta party, just like Pac
Friends, who's a foe?
Woah, who's my bro? (Bro)
Go to the show (Yeah)
No, you's a ho (Ho)
What's that?
What's that?
There's no texting, no WhatsApps
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
I keep the Js, they on me (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street (Yeah)
I play the game, it ain't free
I got a .40, it's on me
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down (Ah)
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town (Yeah)
Mr. Bad Man, put your gun down
Mr. Bad Man, this is my town
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Savoury, Nathaniel Thompson, Darren Phillip Fraser, Noah James Shebib, Kashieff Hanson
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