Down Bad
I love you Finessegod
That bitch all on my phone
That bitch all on my piece
She won't leave me 'lone
And then she go ignoring me
Watch me pour the wocky up
We moving slowly
In and out the cut
We cooking up
We going OD
T-Tell me she love me
She down bad
Tell me where the fuck
Are the racks at?
I'm finna cop it all
Fuckboy you gon get taxed back
No lil bitch you not bad
Tell me where the fuck are the dimes at?
That boy sipping on act act
In the club we pouring up yak yak
Got yo bitch and she holding my sac
Forreal
I be counting a whole lotta racks
Forreal
I be taking em off of the map
Forreal
I don't know what I do if I ain't rap
Forreal
Just give me a year I'mma get me a mil
I'mma get it and really just stack
Forreal
And lil gang really don't lack
Forreal
So I gotta stay moving tac
Forreal
(Boom)
I-I got his bitch in some Rick Owen denim
She wanna come to the crib
Give me mental
She give me that top
Yeah she give me that dental
Switching that rover
That shit not a rental
Smoking on loud pack
Smoking on metal
She get it all
Only if I let her
Maison Margiela
That's all on my sweater
I'm heating up like the muh fucking weather
I heard that the AP two tone better
Pushing my foot on they neck
I won't let up
Prada rockstar
I'mma damn trendsetter
Brand new wave
They gon rep our letters
Brand new seats
And the coupe all leather
My doors go up
Like a fucking beretta
They better duck
Cause we shoot from the neck up
That bitch all on my phone
That bitch all on my piece
She won't leave me 'lone
And then she go ignoring me
Watch me pour the wocky up
We moving slowly
In and out the cut
We cooking up
We going OD
T-Tell me she love me
She down bad
Tell me where the fuck
Are the racks at?
I'm finna cop it all
Fuckboy you gon get taxed back
No lil bitch you not bad
Tell me where the fuck are the dimes at?
That boy sipping on act act
In the club we pouring up yak yak
Got yo bitch and she holding my sac
Forreal
I be counting a whole lotta racks
Forreal
I be taking em off of the map
Forreal
I don't know what I do if I ain't rap
Forreal
Just give me a year I'mma get me a mil
I'mma get it and really just stack
Forreal
And lil gang really don't lack
Forreal
So I gotta stay moving tac
Forreal
(Boom)
That bitch all on my phone
That bitch all on my piece
She won't leave me 'lone
And then she go ignoring me
Watch me pour the wocky up
We moving slowly
In and out the cut
We cooking up
We going OD
T-Tell me she love me
She down bad
Tell me where the fuck
Are the racks at?
I'm finna cop it all
Fuckboy you gon get taxed back
No lil bitch you not bad
Tell me where the fuck are the dimes at?
That boy sipping on act act
In the club we pouring up yak yak
Got yo bitch and she holding my sac
Forreal
I be counting a whole lotta racks
Forreal
I be taking em off of the map
Forreal
I don't know what I do if I ain't rap
Forreal
Just give me a year I'mma get me a mil
I'mma get it and really just stack
Forreal
And lil gang really don't lack
Forreal
So I gotta stay moving tac
Forreal
(Boom)
I-I got his bitch in some Rick Owen denim
She wanna come to the crib
Give me mental
She give me that top
Yeah she give me that dental
Switching that rover
That shit not a rental
Smoking on loud pack
Smoking on metal
She get it all
Only if I let her
Maison Margiela
That's all on my sweater
I'm heating up like the muh fucking weather
I heard that the AP two tone better
Pushing my foot on they neck
I won't let up
Prada rockstar
I'mma damn trendsetter
Brand new wave
They gon rep our letters
Brand new seats
And the coupe all leather
My doors go up
Like a fucking beretta
They better duck
Cause we shoot from the neck up
That bitch all on my phone
That bitch all on my piece
She won't leave me 'lone
And then she go ignoring me
Watch me pour the wocky up
We moving slowly
In and out the cut
We cooking up
We going OD
T-Tell me she love me
She down bad
Tell me where the fuck
Are the racks at?
I'm finna cop it all
Fuckboy you gon get taxed back
No lil bitch you not bad
Tell me where the fuck are the dimes at?
That boy sipping on act act
In the club we pouring up yak yak
Got yo bitch and she holding my sac
Forreal
I be counting a whole lotta racks
Forreal
I be taking em off of the map
Forreal
I don't know what I do if I ain't rap
Forreal
Just give me a year I'mma get me a mil
I'mma get it and really just stack
Forreal
And lil gang really don't lack
Forreal
So I gotta stay moving tac
Forreal
(Boom)
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Segal
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