bad boy

Lyrics

[Intro] (I've never even been to Saks! I've never been to-) [Verse] I might just pop yo ass for no reason That boy [?], that's treason She put me on her schedule, let me squeeze in Push start the whip, I ain't puttin' no keys in White bitch cookin' for me with no seasonin' Sho-Shout out my white plug, shout out to Steven Thick bad bih', I think she Polynesian Her pussy too tight, so I just had to ease in Get out the house and get bread, I'm on top of that Just focus on me, I don't care what the others say Step on [?], these bitches be trippin' Make him disabled, that fuck nigga crippin' I'm havin' these hoes, but I don't be pimpin' Young nigga tryna trap, I don't go out to Miami I'll never give my chance up like I'm Trill Sammy Had to get me a Glock 'cause that bih come in handy Finna customize, make that bih' nice and dandy Need a bad bih who gon' cook for me like Ramsey Ain't shit sweet, nigga, ain't shit really funny I ain't finna ask for it, just gimme yo money She on my dick and she go hard like a rabbit Nigga cried for his shit back, here, you can have it I'm a good dude, nigga, I got a gold heart Why you double cross me when that shit can get dark? I love my Glock, me and her can't be apart Hit his stomach, done made that boy muthafuckin' fart I just had my birthday, you can't call me a teen Shorty opened her legs, I'ma lick on her bean I'ma be up, I swear that this shit ain't a dream I-I was stuck in that mix, told myself I'mma find a way Can't fuck with no bitches, I swear they take time away I ain't want the ho', just want to see what the hype about You can shut yo' mouth, nigga, or we can just fight it out Bad bitches everywhere when I hit ATL Grind every day, so I know I can never fail This nigga be cap, like he Oscar from Shark Tale Shorty gon' sip me up like I'm a cocktail I came from the trenches, I came up from nothin' I eat up your punches, that shit wasn't nothin' Cuz crazy, he huntin' for opps like a redneck Sleep on the floor, where the fuck is my bed at? You hit your first lick? Ooh, you feel like a bad boy When she ain't like me, I turn to a sad boy Gimme yo Glock, boy, you not s'posed to have toys How you get that shit? Nigga, I stole it I like how yo' Glock look, please, let me hold it (Please) [Outro] (Look at this man, bruh, look at this grown man) (I'm tryna fuck this bitch, then fuck her friend)