BAD BOY PISTONS ft. FunkmasterDanny Lyrics

Tell em I need, I need, I need more clips

Tell em I need, I need, I need more clips

Tell em I need, I need, I need more clips

Tell em I need,

It's time to reload, tell em I need more clips

Gun em down, need a hundred round switch

She do anything for me, love her that my down bitch

I be bout my business, can't stand around me on that clown shit

Isaiah Stewart, I might spazz

I'm in Detroit smackin' ass

My thick bitch roll thick woods, and she count up all the cash

Play the field like Baker Mayfield, keep it low and do not crash

Daddy need new gators, blow the dice, we rollin' the craps

Give me the key, while me crank that bitch like Soulja Boy

Niggas need to open up they ears, man I told you boy

Silly girl, this ain't a Ford

This that Rover boy, hit the A this weekend

Me and Cuz be on Magnolia boy

Niggas ain't smokin' no gas, you just smokin' leaf

God gave me the strength to cop some ice, I got the Jesus piece

If I catch Ice Spice, just need one night and then I'll be at peace

I might rearrange some shit, get up with her kidneys be

When I caught the pass, I ran it in the end zone

Out of town shawty, he ain't never at home

Move like he got CDL, truck hat boy he love the road

She my trap queen baby, help me move the bows

Movin' for a halftime, treat the plays like Super Bowl

Never crap out with the dice, grits n' gravy on a roll

This ain't lucky number seven, this your lucky day though

Think he had the upper hand, he lucky that I ain't tuck the pole

It's time to reload, tell em I need more clips

Gun em down, need a hundred round switch

She do anything for me, love her that my down bitch

I be bout my business, can't stand around me on that clown shit

Isaiah Stewart, I might spazz

I'm in Detroit smackin' ass

My thick bitch roll thick woods, and she count up all the cash

Play the field like Baker Mayfield, keep it low and do not crash

Daddy need new gators, blow the dice, we rollin' the craps

Don't touch the pot, you might lose a finger or tooth

My bitch be playin' detective, she never gettin' a clue

If you try to be like Peter Shue, it's gon' always be a Madonna to finish you

Rollin lucky sevens, snakes in his eyes, he keep rollin' deuce

He jump on your ass about some shit he doin' too

Ain't touch the bed in a week, my girl draggin' me out the booth

She think I'm twisted, I said it's a couple screws loose

We all know the truth, with you, I can't even shake his hand

Tried to run the show, he ended up doin' the runnin' man

Big Meech at the beach, I put my feet deep in the sand

You easy for me to read, I been peeped, you ain't my man

Spike the price, if the work is right, some gon' think it's out of spite

Last move was risky, layin' low with old girl for the night

She pullin' a Lionel Richie, she see you runnin' with the night

Runnin' for that bag, I ran out of love, this is my life

It's time to reload, tell em I need more clips

Gun em down, need a hundred round switch

She do anything for me, love her that my down bitch

I be bout my business, can't stand around me on that clown shit

Isaiah Stewart, I might spazz

I'm in Detroit smackin' ass

My thick bitch roll thick woods, and she count up all the cash

Play the field like Baker Mayfield, keep it low and do not crash

Daddy need new gators, blow the dice, we rollin' the craps