Bad Kid
Not finna cap in my rap
Nah I'm gonna tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in the booth
And that boy wanna diss so I'm takin his tooth
Ay, yuh, ay, ay
Ay, ay, look, ay
Look, Look
Quit talkin you know how we do it
We spin yo block you know we get straight into it
My glock in her purse and you better not move it
He playin my music go ahead and just queue it
Stop all this talkin this ain't no real beef
The way i'm on the flow you could call me Cheif Keef
But keep all the beef if that shit is one sided
I can't stand people who be talkin then hidin
Talkin and hidin them niggas some pussies
I'm a real menace my eyes are a movie
I'm up in the Bentley and i'm chillin with R
You know if he with me this shit rated R
You know that we up and we made it real far
I was down in the trap I was tearin it apart
People say that they know me but haven't seen all my scars
We in the Benz this ain't no stock car
I'm chillin with R and we don't give a fuck
We was down in the mud but now we is up
Up, up, ay, ay, up
Not finna cap in my rap nah
Tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in that booth
And that boy wanna talk so I'm takin his tooth
Fuck all that talkin man you is a bitch
Swear to God nigga you know you a snitch
Fuck all them niggas that always be rattin
I'm in the trap with R and you know we are snappin
I got yo bitch you know i'm tappin
If you want sum you'll never catch me lackin
I'll shoot you till you glitch then make yo bitch
Sit up on my dick
I'm gonna go ahead and switch the flow
Cause you know I ain't no pussy no I ain't no little hoe
If that nigga try to snitch get my switch and blow his load
Then i'm gonna go ahead and spin up on his bros
And you know we do it on gang
Do it on foe
I'm finna be the nigga knockin at yo doe
Knockin at yo doe doe
On my hoe hoe shi
I'm Santa Clause yo bitch is a hoe
Not finna cap in my rap
Nah i'm gonna tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in that booth
And that boy wanna diss so i'm takin his tooth
He was diss on me ay
And then his bitch got put in the bed, Haha
23 mf bullets and all of these bitches they rip through yo head
Fuck all them people that be talkin that shit
And it's fuck all them bitches that thinkin they slick
Fuck all them people that didn't do nothin
When double was down on his mf dick
Fuck what you talkin this choppa got bass
And I went outta state cause I caught me a case
I learn from the past
I Can't make a mistake
And that boys four wheeler got threw in a lake
Ay they worried bout me like it's how much I make
And it's how much it costs and it's how much you sell
Talkin that shit then we send you to hell
And we shootin through houses
And go through yo window
Not talkin bout Dale
And a matter of fact he can go through the mail
Ay, ay
Brodie got locked and that boy went to jail
Know that he snitched cause he makin the bail
I was up in the trap and the dope and the bag and the scale
And i'm ridin inna H gotta stay on the rail
How you hang with that boy if you know he gon tell
And that boy is a bitch he be duckin the shells
You can reach in yo pocket but yo ass gonna fail
Haha, yo ass gonna fail
Nah I'm gonna tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in the booth
And that boy wanna diss so I'm takin his tooth
Ay, yuh, ay, ay
Ay, ay, look, ay
Look, Look
Quit talkin you know how we do it
We spin yo block you know we get straight into it
My glock in her purse and you better not move it
He playin my music go ahead and just queue it
Stop all this talkin this ain't no real beef
The way i'm on the flow you could call me Cheif Keef
But keep all the beef if that shit is one sided
I can't stand people who be talkin then hidin
Talkin and hidin them niggas some pussies
I'm a real menace my eyes are a movie
I'm up in the Bentley and i'm chillin with R
You know if he with me this shit rated R
You know that we up and we made it real far
I was down in the trap I was tearin it apart
People say that they know me but haven't seen all my scars
We in the Benz this ain't no stock car
I'm chillin with R and we don't give a fuck
We was down in the mud but now we is up
Up, up, ay, ay, up
Not finna cap in my rap nah
Tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in that booth
And that boy wanna talk so I'm takin his tooth
Fuck all that talkin man you is a bitch
Swear to God nigga you know you a snitch
Fuck all them niggas that always be rattin
I'm in the trap with R and you know we are snappin
I got yo bitch you know i'm tappin
If you want sum you'll never catch me lackin
I'll shoot you till you glitch then make yo bitch
Sit up on my dick
I'm gonna go ahead and switch the flow
Cause you know I ain't no pussy no I ain't no little hoe
If that nigga try to snitch get my switch and blow his load
Then i'm gonna go ahead and spin up on his bros
And you know we do it on gang
Do it on foe
I'm finna be the nigga knockin at yo doe
Knockin at yo doe doe
On my hoe hoe shi
I'm Santa Clause yo bitch is a hoe
Not finna cap in my rap
Nah i'm gonna tell you the truth
Speakin the facts when I get in that booth
And that boy wanna diss so i'm takin his tooth
He was diss on me ay
And then his bitch got put in the bed, Haha
23 mf bullets and all of these bitches they rip through yo head
Fuck all them people that be talkin that shit
And it's fuck all them bitches that thinkin they slick
Fuck all them people that didn't do nothin
When double was down on his mf dick
Fuck what you talkin this choppa got bass
And I went outta state cause I caught me a case
I learn from the past
I Can't make a mistake
And that boys four wheeler got threw in a lake
Ay they worried bout me like it's how much I make
And it's how much it costs and it's how much you sell
Talkin that shit then we send you to hell
And we shootin through houses
And go through yo window
Not talkin bout Dale
And a matter of fact he can go through the mail
Ay, ay
Brodie got locked and that boy went to jail
Know that he snitched cause he makin the bail
I was up in the trap and the dope and the bag and the scale
And i'm ridin inna H gotta stay on the rail
How you hang with that boy if you know he gon tell
And that boy is a bitch he be duckin the shells
You can reach in yo pocket but yo ass gonna fail
Haha, yo ass gonna fail
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Writer(s): Rso Rso
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