Bad Intentions
(Im just too tired of it)
(S-s-star beat)
(Demons, not from mine)
(Oh shit is that wiggy, what the fuck?)
(Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Can't fuck with us (huh)
You gotta get yo bidness up
Huh, I cannot trust, you
In the lamb truck
Yuh, get yo money up (up, up)
Make crips, bleed blood (blood)
In the AMG can't see us (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Up in that four-seater (Huh)
Roll up, light that, reefer (yeah)
ATL, grim reaper (huh, huh)
Pick your bitch, or your potna dem
You gon' get sent, straight to hell
Nah, that don't ring me a bell
Fuck, your, farewell
Now you gotta go give me your Zelle
Ball hard, like Tony snell (ooh, ooh)
Crash-out on the city (yeah)
Turn this bitch up, we get lit
Huh, pop a pill, then split (oh god)
Wipe his nose then we go glee
Yuh, I make money, that's it
Yuh, I make more than I spend
Take no L's I just take W's (hold on)
Call up Ellianté, tell em that I need more diamonds, ready
Call up Stun, tell em I need my Japanese garments, ready
Told Twinuzis, came with MAC-11's and they got extensions (ooh, ooh)
Before you fuck with me
You best know that, I got some bad intentions
(Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Can't fuck with us (huh)
You gotta get yo bidness up
Huh, I cannot trust, you
In the lamb truck
Yuh, get yo money up (up, up)
Make crips, bleed blood (blood)
In the AMG can't see us (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Up in that four-seater (Huh)
Roll up, light that, reefer (yeah)
ATL, grim reaper (huh, huh)
Pick your bitch, or your potna dem
You gon' get sent, straight to hell
Nah, that don't ring me a bell
Fuck, your, farewell
Now you gotta go give me your Zelle
Ball hard, like Tony snell (ooh, ooh)
Crash-out on the city (yeah)
Turn this bitch up, we get lit
Huh, pop a pill, then split (oh god)
Wipe his nose then we go glee
Yuh, I make money, that's it
Yuh, I make more than I spend
Take no L's I just take W's (hold on)
Call up Ellianté, tell em that I need more diamonds, ready
Call up Stun, tell em I need my Japanese garments, ready
Told Twinuzis, came with MAC-11's and they got extensions (ooh, ooh)
Before you fuck with me
You best know that, I got some bad intentions
(Im just too tired of it)
(S-s-star beat)
(Demons, not from mine)
(Oh shit is that wiggy, what the fuck?)
(S-s-star beat)
(Demons, not from mine)
(Oh shit is that wiggy, what the fuck?)
(Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Can't fuck with us (huh)
You gotta get yo bidness up
Huh, I cannot trust, you
In the lamb truck
Yuh, get yo money up (up, up)
Make crips, bleed blood (blood)
In the AMG can't see us (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Up in that four-seater (Huh)
Roll up, light that, reefer (yeah)
ATL, grim reaper (huh, huh)
Pick your bitch, or your potna dem
You gon' get sent, straight to hell
Nah, that don't ring me a bell
Fuck, your, farewell
Now you gotta go give me your Zelle
Ball hard, like Tony snell (ooh, ooh)
Crash-out on the city (yeah)
Turn this bitch up, we get lit
Huh, pop a pill, then split (oh god)
Wipe his nose then we go glee
Yuh, I make money, that's it
Yuh, I make more than I spend
Take no L's I just take W's (hold on)
Call up Ellianté, tell em that I need more diamonds, ready
Call up Stun, tell em I need my Japanese garments, ready
Told Twinuzis, came with MAC-11's and they got extensions (ooh, ooh)
Before you fuck with me
You best know that, I got some bad intentions
(Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Can't fuck with us (huh)
You gotta get yo bidness up
Huh, I cannot trust, you
In the lamb truck
Yuh, get yo money up (up, up)
Make crips, bleed blood (blood)
In the AMG can't see us (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Up in that four-seater (Huh)
Roll up, light that, reefer (yeah)
ATL, grim reaper (huh, huh)
Pick your bitch, or your potna dem
You gon' get sent, straight to hell
Nah, that don't ring me a bell
Fuck, your, farewell
Now you gotta go give me your Zelle
Ball hard, like Tony snell (ooh, ooh)
Crash-out on the city (yeah)
Turn this bitch up, we get lit
Huh, pop a pill, then split (oh god)
Wipe his nose then we go glee
Yuh, I make money, that's it
Yuh, I make more than I spend
Take no L's I just take W's (hold on)
Call up Ellianté, tell em that I need more diamonds, ready
Call up Stun, tell em I need my Japanese garments, ready
Told Twinuzis, came with MAC-11's and they got extensions (ooh, ooh)
Before you fuck with me
You best know that, I got some bad intentions
(Im just too tired of it)
(S-s-star beat)
(Demons, not from mine)
(Oh shit is that wiggy, what the fuck?)
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Writer(s): Mo Rezk
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