Bad Behavior Lyrics

Yeah, yeah...yeah..

Shawnny, where are you at

Uh

Mmm

I don't care who fucked my bitch before me

Guess who's fucking her now

(Me!)

Niggas ain't got no pape

(Nah)

Wanna open they mouth

(Huh)

Niggas be hoes, bitches, ETC.

(They do )

The reason what they knowing what you're doing, is cuz you tell them

(Thank God)

I don't know why they hating on me

(But they hate)

Yeah

I pop ice up on my wrist

Baby, you cannot go skatin

Yeah

How you say you love me

Turn around and now you faking

Yeah

Yeah

My bitch, she bad

Her ass is fat

I turn around, get her spankin

Yeah

Lay that bitch down

Like some eco gel

How you hatin' on me, lil' nigga

You should go to jail

Niggas always speaking about this

But then they always fail

I can't do no crime with none of these niggas

Cuz they might just tell

I'ma pop my shit regardless

Dribble, step back, shoot, Harden

Boy on the bench, now you ain't startin

So much green in me, look like a Spartan

Yeah

Diamonds yellow like Bart

Yeah

Keep the iron on my Tony Stark

Uh

Boy, you better play it smart

Yeah

My niggas shooting in the dark

Yeah

You hear that

Uh

You better get down, you hear that-

Shit

Don't make no noise, they coming-

Shit

Guns

With switches

It go

Pew, pew, pew, pew

Yeah

Boy, I gotta talk about these niggas and these songs

Yeah

Me and Brooke, niggas not, we don't get along

We don't

She gon' fuck with me cuz she know two times yea he on

Yeah,

We gon' spend one time, make sure that that nigga home

Boom

Yeah

Uh

Keep that shit low-key

Uh

I walk in the party here two times cuz they know it's me

Uh

He said I'm a hoe, I'm a bitch, he gotta come show me

Ay

I gave him 24 shots, eight times, that's just for Kobe

Yeah

Hold on

What

What's 24 times eight

That's how many bullets these fuck niggas gon' take to the face

Told you once won't tell you twice, lil' baby, I do not go chase

Told you once won't tell you twice, lil' baby, you can get replaced

Yeah

Uh

Let me calm down

Everybody on my back like, boy, just chill

I said I'm calm now

They gon' make me call Kylah and Ra'miyah

Blow this shit down

I been him

I don't gotta explain it

Nigga, you know that shit now

Fuck it

AP two tone

A 'Cory

Open the group home

A Will

What is you on

A-Brad

Answer the phone

Hey, gang, I need a three-five

Pull up, you know that we live

I can't trust these lil' bitty bitches

You know they lie

These be hoes, bitches, et cetera

The reason what they knowin' what you doin' is cause you tellin' em

Yeah

Let go

I don't know why they hatin' on me, but they hatin

I pop ice up on my wrist, baby, you cannot go skatin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

How you say you love me

Turn around and now you fakin

Yeah, yeah

My bitch is bad, her ass is fat

I turn around and give her a spankin'