Going Bad (feat. Merci Octbr)

Who they calling when shit is going bad
Who they calling when shit is going, yeah

Who they calling when shit is going bad
Yeah, ho
If I'm on toas, then bitch, I'm Michael Jack

Yeah, ho
Don't carry shit, but niggas aching backs
Yeah, ho
Yeah

Yeah, talk your talk
I'll make you take it back
Yeah, ho
Yeah

I actually don't want to talk about the numbers
I've stacking it up for the summer
And they sleeping on me it's slumber
You're not driven complete with a pummel

Go look deep in the sea, you'll go find us
It's not cameras, but shooters around us
Not even our killer can find us
Not even our killer survive us

Don't got rings, I don't keep a promise
Yeah, you a softy, boy
Stop acting the hardest
Okay

My attitude smell like I farted
Okay
We cutting hairs, but this not a barber
You a ho, so we calling you barber

Okay, yeah
You know I drop your shit on gods plan
Stop making noise, you know those empty cans
Yeah

Yeah, this just for the ad-libs
Yeah, ho
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Credits
Writer(s): Someleze Madlulela
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