bad posture

Lyrics

[Intro] (This is a Madhouse exclusive) [Verse 1] He's a liar, he's not even hard He's not even doin' the shit he said, I swear to God He got hit from tryna come get even, what's the odds? They didn't wanna see me in that Bimmer when it's tinted I put on this mask like I'm skiin' with my niggas (Niggas) I ain't turned myself into a demon in a minute I can't hang up out that window, that's bad posture You don't stand on what you speak on, that's bad posture I'ma stand on all this shit like Craig father Niggas say they comin' for me, break a leg, brother Pussy, I can't run from nothin', you won't see me sweat I been workin' on my diet, I been еatin' threats Bitch, I'm big him (Big him) Niggas talkin' shit don't sit well, that's bad posture (Yеah) I might turn this track into a monster You ain't never seen all-Black mafia mobsters And we snatch you (And we snatch you), if you got it You better keep the TEC 'cause I'ma have it Ayy, and it's trackin' New gun I got so big, I gotta drag it I hope you don't got kids, this a dad stopper I can't shoot it with one hand, that's bad posture (Yeah) [Verse 2] Baby, suck me on your stomach, not your knees, that's bad posture If my homie owe me bread and he don't pay, I might chop him Well, if he really my brother, I might spare him, yeah (I might) Opps done got my drop, say they gon' slide, I double dare 'em, uh If it start glitchin' when you shoot it, nigga, that's a bad chopper Resuscitate him, then he die again, that's a bad doctor (He had a bad doctor) 357 all chrome, uh, that's the problem solver But I ain't never seen this equation, I might have to bring my switch (Hrrt) Boy, you dumb, you bring your bitch, it's all players here (All players here) I can't trap where I stay, boy, I lay in here (Let's go) He believe his own lies, that's a fairy tale (A lie) Block like Frozen, I got Elsa and I'm slayin' there Thought you had rizz to bag that bitch, but you been payin' her (You been payin' that ho) I don't want that nigga on my song, I gotta carry him (I gotta carry cuz) Use that Glock and bury it or toss it in the ocean (Toss it) I been beatin' this bitch back out, dogs start barkin' from the commotion I ain't never had to pop no Adderall, Perc 10s keep me focused This real life, boy, it ain't fiction, leave you slumped right on your sofa You ain't no enemy, boy, you a mini-me I'm not a millionaire yet, but I'm finna be Hit him up on a date, fuck up the chemistry (Hit him up) I been fuckin' your bae, she can't get rid of me She love how I do what I do (She love it) She wan' fuck my mans, I told her go do it These bitches be lovin' the crew Not just on a weekend, tell 'em like Wednesday, 3 p.m., get loose (Uh-huh) Baby, swallow my kids (Eat me up), don't spit 'em up (Uh-huh) You need to work on your posture (Work on it), practice some sittin' up (I swear) [Outro] And if he hears you call his name, he'll come for you Come and get us, mad man