Bad Timing ft. YRN JAY & Ztharulerr Lyrics

Wait, hold on, this gentle

Two racks, straight slap and shh

Ayy, bitches bad timin

I can't trust too many bitches cause they stay lyin

Too much bitches on my dick, that's why she stay cryin

All these niggas talkin' shit, that's why they stay dyin

You was speakin' on my name, that's why I socked you

If I'm finna get jumped, I'm finna sock too

Ayy, bitch, come see what this Glock do

Grrrrah, grrrrah, grrrrah

Knock, knock, the Grim Reaper sittin' at your door

The bitch know how to suck dick, she try to take my soul

That nigga scared to shoot the blood, gotta take his pole

I fucked the bitch, it was boring, I'm tryna go home

Ain't no nigga hard enough to try to take my throne

I ain't scared of you niggas

I got love for y'all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas

Competition at its finest, finna purge on you niggas, bitch

Nigga, stop flexin' for the gram

Niggas always poppin' it, you a off-board fan

Cutty hangin' with the suckers, that is not allowed

If niggas askin' for a fade, we finna sock him out

Bitch, I get hella grimy

Wrong place, wrong time, yeah, it's bad timin

When I hop up on the stage, I'm finna start shinin

Finna spread my wings, I'm finna start flyin

Ayy, bitch, it's bad timin

I can't trust too many bitches, cause they stay lyin

Too much bitches on my dick, that's why she stay cryin

All these niggas talkin' shit, that's why they stay dyin

You was speakin' on my name, that's why I socked you

If I'm finna get jumped, I'm finna sock too

Ayy, bitch, come see what this Glock do

Rock, rock, rock

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