Bad Guys

Lyrics

[Intro: Ketchy the Great] (I get my work from the narco) Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt (Ayy) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt (Damn, ayy) Skrrt, skrrt [Verse 1: Ketchy the Great] I pull up 911, quick to call up 12 on me I smoke exotic by the pound, smell like a bale on me I catch a case, I'm postin' bail, I ain't gon' tell on 'em A dirty shift at Taco Bell, I'm droppin' shells on 'em I drop an opp and bleed the block, I fishtail on 'em I got a thot servin' a twat, I trapped tailed on 'em I'm dirty and I copped too high to dry, you know I had to mail somethin' I'm spendin' Off-White like I got fishscale on me (Drip, drip, drip) [Verse 2: RX PESO] I just lifted my Rolls with a bale on me They think I came from hell, I got a spell on me Just fucked this bitch from Yale, she got good head on her This drip, I drip for rеal, it's not for sale, homie Just hit up Ralfy the Plug, likе nigga bring them drugs You know I keep them cups, codeine inside the club How niggas bang the thugs, better keep away your plug We hittin' for them tons, been throwin' it inside the club [Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug & Ketchy the Great] Got all this damn mud, I popped a seal on 'em Hm, can't take a nigga through John's 'cause he gon' tell on 'em My niggas off the drugs, tryna kill somethin' Hm, yeah, I'm fresh out the pen' but I'm still thuggin' How you gon' play ball if you got a wack jumper? Hm I hit his bitch from the back like I'm Brian Pumper Break a bitch heart and now I'm the bad guy, huh Your ass ain't gon' get nowhere with them wack rhymes (Ayy) [Verse 4: Ketchy the Great] How I break a bitch? 'Cause I'm the bad guy Holy water on my wrist, got baptized I'll pull out the chop and pop an opp and leave him crucified Dirty soda sippin', you won't catch me drinkin' sanitize He a pussy nigga, yeah, that boy got no nine lives Connected to the plug, you'd think PESO was the Wi-Fi Got your baby mama suckin' dick, she got good brain like Einstein Trippin' off that little bitty bitch, I'll pull up with a Glock 9 [Verse 5: Ralfy the Plug] He a lame nigga, his whole family got loser ties Bitch, you gon' fuck the homie or not? That's for you to decide It's like DJK ain't die, they got nine lives All my homies pistol totin', bitch, we are not fightin' So all that fake thinkin' you Sugein', you Mike Tyson Gon' get your ass flatlined, bitch, call it bad timin' High school dropout, but bitch, my neck icy Niggas I was thuggin' with since kids were my damn crimees, the Plug [Verse 6: RX PESO] Pull out them bitch, this niggas get to runnin' (Blrrt, blrrt) Another opp inside of [?], that shit was nothin' Bitch asked me where I'm sayin', I just too much money That nigga Insta' yappin', caught him, he was bluffin' (Nigga Insta', yeah) Ketchy caught him with that stupe, it hold a hundred They tried to catch me in that Porsche, bitch do two hundred Don't run in circles on these hoes like an onion And I ain't talkin' to no rappers 'less it's about money [Outro: Ketchy the Great] I ain't talkin' to these Pussy-ass, broke-ass niggas less it's 'bout some uchies, you know what I'm sayin'? Pops on my knots, big guap, talkin' 'bout Stinc Team shit, man, Ling Ling bop for the guap, big knots Spend a while Broke-ass niggas out here, man, hatin' Gay-ass niggas, they're mad, they bums We know the truth