BAD COMPANY
Stafford wake up
Spicy shit
Aluminum foil
Up in my grill
Yank a tooth out your smile and
Sell it back for a bill
Now you're talking all funny
From the bottom of the hill
I'm at the mountain's peak boy
At your grandmother's for a meal
I'm a clown
But nothing funny over here
Buddy talking out his ass
I'm just sipping on a beer
Y'all are too damn loud
Do I make myself clear
Every time I spit a verse
I set you back another year
Y'all got work to do
I been up in the kitchen
Getting too lyrical
The boys cold, too icey
They thought it's miracle
I been on sabbatical
Feeling a little whimsical
Bars out the wazoo
Chandler just remotes in the session
And makes them pause you
I might speak French and then dip
The flow au jus
Young man sick on the track
In the mic
Don't fuck with me
Straight shooter on the beat
Bad company
Dap you up reluctantly
Then I wash my hands
Uncomfortably
I'm a beast, what the fuck
You didn't know that
I make a track
Three weeks and
It's a throwback
They say Chandler
How'd you make so many thumpers
From your room
I don't know man
I just bang
I don't backtrack
Meet me at the crib
I'll show you how
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
You heard me right
Cognac
My boy head down in the sink
I'm making more slappers
Now he's tapping me on the shoulder
Chan this shit is so backwards
You're supposed to be fucked up
Naw that's the verse bastard
You little bar spitters
Children amuse me
Literal minors up in my live
Calling me douchey
Clickbait
Daddy's laptop
Hands cruising
Parental control these fuckers
Y'all too goofy
I'd never hit a kid
But how old is your brother
Pull up in that twenty two
With a gift for your mother
Oh he's twenty seven
Damn we look like each other
Said he's a real big fan of
How I rap so southern
Oh fuck
I'm a beast, what the fuck
You didn't know that
I make a track
Three days and
It's a throwback
They say Chandler
How'd you make so many bumpers
From your room
I don't know man
I just bang
I don't backtrack
Meet me at the crib
I'll show you how
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
Yes
Meet me at the crib
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
Another thumper player
Another thumper player
I'd never hit a kid
But how old is your brother
Spicy shit
Aluminum foil
Up in my grill
Yank a tooth out your smile and
Sell it back for a bill
Now you're talking all funny
From the bottom of the hill
I'm at the mountain's peak boy
At your grandmother's for a meal
I'm a clown
But nothing funny over here
Buddy talking out his ass
I'm just sipping on a beer
Y'all are too damn loud
Do I make myself clear
Every time I spit a verse
I set you back another year
Y'all got work to do
I been up in the kitchen
Getting too lyrical
The boys cold, too icey
They thought it's miracle
I been on sabbatical
Feeling a little whimsical
Bars out the wazoo
Chandler just remotes in the session
And makes them pause you
I might speak French and then dip
The flow au jus
Young man sick on the track
In the mic
Don't fuck with me
Straight shooter on the beat
Bad company
Dap you up reluctantly
Then I wash my hands
Uncomfortably
I'm a beast, what the fuck
You didn't know that
I make a track
Three weeks and
It's a throwback
They say Chandler
How'd you make so many thumpers
From your room
I don't know man
I just bang
I don't backtrack
Meet me at the crib
I'll show you how
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
You heard me right
Cognac
My boy head down in the sink
I'm making more slappers
Now he's tapping me on the shoulder
Chan this shit is so backwards
You're supposed to be fucked up
Naw that's the verse bastard
You little bar spitters
Children amuse me
Literal minors up in my live
Calling me douchey
Clickbait
Daddy's laptop
Hands cruising
Parental control these fuckers
Y'all too goofy
I'd never hit a kid
But how old is your brother
Pull up in that twenty two
With a gift for your mother
Oh he's twenty seven
Damn we look like each other
Said he's a real big fan of
How I rap so southern
Oh fuck
I'm a beast, what the fuck
You didn't know that
I make a track
Three days and
It's a throwback
They say Chandler
How'd you make so many bumpers
From your room
I don't know man
I just bang
I don't backtrack
Meet me at the crib
I'll show you how
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
Yes
Meet me at the crib
You bring the Rain
I'll bring the cognac
Another thumper player
Another thumper player
I'd never hit a kid
But how old is your brother
Credits
Writer(s): Chandler Matkins, Patrick Allen Macgregor Stafford
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