Bad News

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Burna Bandz - Rap, Drill

Bad News

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Why you actin' brand new Your bitch oh yea she choosin' Man you know how we do You know the squad bad news Stop actin' brand new Got the sauce Ragu Bullets make a nigga shoo bullets hot like June Front page when we shoot All that cappin' ain't cool he want smoke have a hoot Money coming in while I take a snooze She don't ever lie cause lil' mama the truth I get so high I get high like the moon Drip on my body everything brand new Glock 19 in the Canada Goose Ain't no warning shot you get your head cracked Foreign bitch blow me like soup Ridin' dirty two seats in the coupe She wanna get lit took lil' mama to gang land Make a nigga dissapear just like hangman New opp in the air nigga it's name brand Cartier frames I ain't rockin' no Ray Bans We get that cheque blow a bag we ain't savin' Chains on my neck like a young nigga slavin' You know my young niggas love the entertainment The shots that we givin' out you cannot chase it They know the squad they say we bad news Free all my cronem locked in the zoo Me and this nina sticking like glue It's a sunny day gotta drop the roof Wass shooters we pull up in the coupe Winter time yeah we aim for your toque Pull up in a ghost I got these niggas spooked Big W's I cannot lose Man these niggas ain't hot like me Baby girl I ain't ever seen a nigga with no sauce like me Big racks off white in my off white T Big rackades that's all I need My shooters don't need molly My shooters full quality Fifty shots that's a lot on me She want a wassa your bitch chose me Why you actin' brand new Your bitch oh yea she choosin' Man you know how we do You know the squad bad news Stop actin' brand new Got the sauce Ragu Bullets make a nigga shoo bullets hot like June Front page when we shoot All that cappin' ain't cool he want smoke have a hoot Money coming in while I take a snooze She don't ever lie cause lil' mama the truth I get so high I get high like the moon Drip on my body everything brand new Glock 19 in the Canada Goose Ain't no warning shot you get your head cracked Foreign bitch blow me like soup Ridin' dirty two seats in the coupe Lil' bitch backup Before you talk to me get your racks up Broke boy you still dripping in kappa I get so high I might take off like NASA We in the moment ain't think about after Like the mailman might pack ya Pick a nigga up with this ladder And I got shooters like Kanter We in the club we brought like 30 bangers Took his stick he ain't have one in the chamber In the trap the fiends I gotta cater Wass gang yeah they know that we major Took his bitch oh yeah that's what that drip do Red dot him now he look like a Hindu Number 9 he gon' show what the fifth do Ride around and we coming to get you Man these niggas artificial Big dog you niggas too little Got what you need come to the trap this dog food ain't for no pitbull And my diamonds hitting like Jiu Jitsu Make his bitch blow me like a whistle Why you acting brand new lil' nigga I have my wassa take him out like litter Why you actin' brand new Your bitch oh yea she choosin' Man you know how we do You know the squad bad news Stop actin' brand new Got the sauce Ragu Bullets make a nigga shoo bullets hot like June Front page when we shoot All that cappin' ain't cool he want smoke have a hoot Money coming in while I take a snooze She don't ever lie cause lil' mama the truth I get so high I get high like the moon Drip on my body everything brand new Glock 19 in the Canada Goose Ain't no warning shot you get your head cracked Foreign bitch blow me like soup Ridin' dirty two seats in the coupe

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  • Burna Bandz