Doing Bad Lyrics

I can't throw no parade inside my city, these niggas gon' rain on it

And no matter what I do, it could be cool and they gon' hate on it

And no matter what I do, it could be true and they gon' fake on it

They aint know that I had blew and I have blues, man, you late, homie

We on ll of that, we gon' put one in his fitted cap

Get my bitches back, when I get my gun, ask where them switches at

We just taking time, but best believe, we gon' get they ass

iPhone 13, got hoes in it, I'm just doin' bad

Why would against you, you my brother, now you will know this

They get mad when they see me with bitches, but they know this

I touch that 10K and Will say, boy, you better not blow

Man these bitches be cap, that ain't my baby. I used a trojan

We go tit for tat, these .762's they gon' hit us back

Get the switch attached!

We them niggas but you knowing that

Wait, who you showing that? My new bitch bad or her ass is fat

Let me piggyback, in other words my bitch, the baddest, that's the fact

Niggas mad, cause I ain't into rap beef , if you can't rap like me

Told my bro, get out the kitchen, he said, you can't trap like me

Lately, I been ballin', these lil' niggas can't put up stats like me

I'm the one they callin', they can't put it on they back like me

You can't tell me how to move, you don't even know what the fuck you doin

Niggas, they get guns and they start shootin', don't even know what they shootin

I don't wanna be in the streets, you kill yourself, go to jail, either way, you losin

I don't got shit to be proven, I said it myself, these niggas be stupid

Bitch gon' fuck it up, she just wanna get her Tummy tucked

She got a buddy, but I'm just gonna see if her friend gone fuck

Yeah, I might test my luck , but end of the day, I'm still gon' get it up

I'm gon' live it up, I'm bout to blow up why would I give it up

Niggas mad, that's what happened to me, I still gettin' paid

Hit a back step and then I shoot, boy, I feel like dame

I was born in the dark, lil ass nigga, I feel like Bane

Ballin on these niggas stay to myself, cause I got my own lane

Yeah, talk my shit, don't give no fuck what they say about me

I got niggas in the trenches , who ain't gon' play about me

You know that you hate what you say about me

I know I got multiple bitches say they pray bout me

We on all of that, we gon' put one in his fitted cap

Get my bitches back, when I get my gun, ask where them switches at

We just takin' time, but best believe, we gon' get they ass

iPhone 13, got hoes in it, I'm just doin' bad

I can't throw no parade inside my city, these niggas gon' rain on it

And no matter what I do, it could be cool and they gon' hate on it

And no matter what I do, it could be true and they gon' fake on it

They aint know that I had blew and I have blues, man, you late, homie

We on ll of that, we gon' put one in his fitted cap

Get my bitches back, when I get my gun, ask where them switches at

We just taking time, but best believe, we gon' get they ass

iPhone 13, got hoes in it, I'm just doin' bad