SO BAD Lyrics

Oh, I feel so bad

I wonder what's wrong with me

Ye I've been wondering what's wrong

Oh, I feel so bad

Why I feel so bad ye these niggas they Mad

I wonder what's wrong with me

What's wrong with me, like what's wrong with me gang

You know I think I'm call my baby

And I think I call

I'm just trying to see what's the matter can be

They like, why

Why? They like, Why

Why I feel so bad

But I just graduated, got the class

You make a move, coming through

We hit ''em up make it do what it do

Like, ooh, like red, not blue

I'll come in all black, step thats truth like move

I'll make a nigga move

Don't get out of the way, hit with the a tool

We come unload this stick like a pool

These niggas know I'll act a damn fool

Don't give a fuck, ten toes down till the get down

You make a move, we'll make your ass sit down

Really, these niggas ridin' the bench

I'm too busy on the court, trying to take me a shot

You make a move, you get hit like the Lakers

Told the little bitch I ain't worried about the haters

That bullet gon' trace out the beam and erase him

Hold on, too step face we'll face him

Don't give a fuck, mask up well Jason

And they like why I feel bad? I don't even feel bad

Told the little bitch, oh, well so sad

Came in this bitch, hit him up with a mag

You make a move, wipe em down, hit the mag

An I hit on the street, kiss the curb like a drag

Ooh, and I'm chasin' my bag

I don't give a fuck, told that bitch, it is what it is

Back to the block, to the field, I don't give a no fuck

I feel real bad just today today

Feelin' real bad, still walk with a K

You make a move, get that boy out the way

Told the little bitch, two for two, hit the wait(aye aye)

Kill everybody at the way up wait

Don't give a fuck, she lit a might with a Drac

We'll make everything shake

Told the little bitch, clap him up, patty cake

After, after that deuce, don't give a fuck

How you feelin' thats truly These niggas know I'll shoot me a move

Come in this bitch, shoot my stick like it's what

And I shoot my stick like a motherfucking pool

8 ball corner pocket hit him out an move

These niggas know I'll put em on the news

Channel 5 rocking, Broadcast what it do what it do

We'll come out and hit him in the face

Don't give a fuck, walk him out with a Drake

You make a move, you get shot in your face

Ayy, 762, hit him up, and then get the boy, pussy ass nigga will get em out the way

Aye, fuck em we'll kill him at the wait fuck em will get em everyday

Told the little bitch,We'll spin your block, we'll come through, nocking past the top

Make a move, we'll make the boy drop

Make the boy hit his leg, don't give a fuck, hit him up in the head

I told the boy, that we just strictly

about bread

We rapping bout murder

You make a move, you get hit in your head like a turtle don't play no game sipping like Firtle

Up in the wall like it's cut this shit, stuck like the ercle

I know these niggas can't pop, nah, they can't pop

He make a move, he get dropped

Like 762 , hit his top, fuck how you feelin

I told the boy, hit the bop, now I, I feel bad

Came in this bitch, too good too glad

You make a move, wipe em down with a mag

You wipe em down with a tool what it is

And I told the little bitch that we stuck in the field

Vice lord claiming nigga bagging out the real

You make a move, you get hit in the field

What 762, hit his neck an his ribs

I don't play no game you'll get checked in here for real

What, talking this shit, you stretched

Put him on a stretcher I ain't worry about the bih

Now I feel so bad, now I feel so lit

What, and I feel so bad, yeah, I feel so bad

But I feel so good