BAD KID

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, fuck Quavo— *static* [Chorus] If peter piper picked his pepper Then peter piper's fickle pepper Would hit his knees Either fight or use your steppers Lose your sight become a leper Kill yourself please [Verse 1] Buy some psilocybin and then hide it from your mother Now my eyes begin to widen Face is sliding off my brother Been a bad kid (Yuh) Such a bad kid Don't be a bad kid Or you'll be put inside the corner Now my former friends is acting like I owe them shit Had to grow then split Like mitosis or division You don't know this you ain't listen On the slow end bitch I'm official, nigga As in I am in possession of a missile, nigga Trigger on my desk it can get fiscal, nigga Call me mister dark one Pull up spark one at the park And when the narcs pull up I'm stomping out the bark Been a bad kid [Verse 2] Hiding froms pigs in the plants Got hella twigs in my pants Throw some graffiti we lonely Run around with with my homies Girlfriend acting like she don't know me Separated, now she with my guy Tony I shoot the Canon, man you on Sony Niggas is charlatans, niggas phonies Deal with it real quickly, no I'd rather feel shitty Rather go and create an issue Diss you then I take yo tissues Momma praying up to Vishnu Wrecking shit like Shiva Taking butter like Krishna Bad kid school movies Parents scared they gon' lose me Shit's cool like a smoothie 'Til they throw you into juvie Locked up [Verse 3] I got some hours to think Or got some time to complain (Mm, yeah) What does it say in your brain? While you dangle yo feet o'er the brink (Mm, yeah) Not good at dealing with drink But not good at dealing with pain (Oh, yuh) So, I'm throwing up in the sink And my vomit is clogging the drain, yuh [Verse 4] Fuck up my future like Kamsutra From every angle, hit below my my ankle Kick below my nutsack Homies bust back, now they dead Homies know the feds know me Grow that bread slowly, spend it all surely I was up early, eyes wide pearly Whites shining, how I'm rough riding And its tough trying to be happy When you always on the run Always worried bout a gun Always tripping on the funds Always slipping into danger Frequently at peak anger Reek of weed on each finger I'm not dissing marijuana I'm saying yo reason for smoking important Now I be toking to focus a couple things I was broken I could shorten my suffering (Yuh, yuh, yuh) [Chorus] If peter piper picked his pepper (Yuh, yuh) Then peter piper's fickle pepper would hit his knees (Yuh, yuh) Either fight or use your steppers (Yuh, yuh) Lose your sight become a leper Kill yourself please (Yuh) [Outro] Ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha