BAD 3X
Aye
Call up and pick up the phone
Call up and pick up the phone
Turning to a two face clone
Heart cold hard just like a stone
If they ain't want me just get up and go
But they ain't even know
The next step of evolution
It's how you decide on your fate
It's how you decide to take the next step
It's how much you live in a day
Like Fetty Wapp better move out my way
Cause I ain't focused on you focused on bank
But I got a real hard passion for this music game
So I know your music lame
If they play us in the club
Then I'll make sure that you don't get a play
Many people tell me that I'm trying to hate
But I'm trying to stay first when I'm in the race
I need some help mentally
I'll take it back kinda just like a renter be
John said "F12" feeling like Kennedy
But I still pray to God cause I know how the sinners be
But I be like
Run
Run
You need a run and just go far away
Need to put down the pedal and pick up the pace
Cause you really my son how you copy and paste
But when I'm fresh on the scene
Say they got five chips where the mob at
Oh my goodness I might have to scream
Oh my goodness I'm scared of a Glock with a beam
But for real that's really how y'all sound
But y'all be looking like some clowns tryna get empathy
Want some advice look around
Cause most of your crew say they down
In they head you an enemy
But you wouldn't understand
And you claim you focused on the bands
How you help them but you ain't help yourself
That ain't the move that constructed us men
That ain't the move that be making me hang out my window
Sing a song while I'm flexing the bands
That ain't the move that can have me outside with my kinfolk
I might hit a shuffle or a dance
They might tell me that it's bad bad bad
But I don't care about your opinion
In my head you be just mad mad mad
I don't like when they snitch might as well go on Vlad
Feeling like Mike Jack cause I'm bad bad bad
I don't like hanging with all the crowds
They just follow the trends and that's sad sad sad
They won't even get a chance to show what they had
But I gotta show the world what I
Gotta show the world just how I feel
How I ball dunk it like I'm Shaquille
And then I shoot shots like I'm April O'Neil
Hold up but it's April second
I had knew it was a twisted night
Whole time I really hit April second
Now she serving breakfast
Interesting
Now she serving me breakfast
Call up and pick up the phone
Call up and pick up the phone
Turning to a two face clone
Heart cold hard just like a stone
If they ain't want me just get up and go
But they ain't even know
The next step of evolution
It's how you decide on your fate
It's how you decide to take the next step
It's how much you live in a day
Like Fetty Wapp better move out my way
Cause I ain't focused on you focused on bank
But I got a real hard passion for this music game
So I know your music lame
If they play us in the club
Then I'll make sure that you don't get a play
Many people tell me that I'm trying to hate
But I'm trying to stay first when I'm in the race
I need some help mentally
I'll take it back kinda just like a renter be
John said "F12" feeling like Kennedy
But I still pray to God cause I know how the sinners be
But I be like
Run
Run
You need a run and just go far away
Need to put down the pedal and pick up the pace
Cause you really my son how you copy and paste
But when I'm fresh on the scene
Say they got five chips where the mob at
Oh my goodness I might have to scream
Oh my goodness I'm scared of a Glock with a beam
But for real that's really how y'all sound
But y'all be looking like some clowns tryna get empathy
Want some advice look around
Cause most of your crew say they down
In they head you an enemy
But you wouldn't understand
And you claim you focused on the bands
How you help them but you ain't help yourself
That ain't the move that constructed us men
That ain't the move that be making me hang out my window
Sing a song while I'm flexing the bands
That ain't the move that can have me outside with my kinfolk
I might hit a shuffle or a dance
They might tell me that it's bad bad bad
But I don't care about your opinion
In my head you be just mad mad mad
I don't like when they snitch might as well go on Vlad
Feeling like Mike Jack cause I'm bad bad bad
I don't like hanging with all the crowds
They just follow the trends and that's sad sad sad
They won't even get a chance to show what they had
But I gotta show the world what I
Gotta show the world just how I feel
How I ball dunk it like I'm Shaquille
And then I shoot shots like I'm April O'Neil
Hold up but it's April second
I had knew it was a twisted night
Whole time I really hit April second
Now she serving breakfast
Interesting
Now she serving me breakfast
Credits
Writer(s): Adonis Dunn
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