My Bad Lyrics

Bitch, ayy, fuck your dead niggas

And when I catch your bitch ass, you gon be dead with em

Bitch I ain't tryna fuck I'm trynna use the kitchen

I got some goals I'm tryna hit right now, I'm

on a mission

I don't owe nobody's shit, bitch, it's my bag

I wasn't tryna flex on you, bro, that's my

bad

I will put my scale down and get on yo

ass

Catch you walkin' out the crib, leave yo brains on yo doormat

Yeah, bitch, I'm really like that

I'm from 700 block, from where the sharks at

It's Big Rambo, tweak an get sparked at

S2K700, bitch, I started that

And free walk him down

ARP with a scope an the 50 rounds

Drop me off around the corner, I'ma walk

around

I'm finna get up on him close and blow his ass down

Now he on the ground

223 hit his body, he stiffened up

He tried to up his blick, but he wasn't quick enough

This a PSA, niggas better listen up

Bitch, I'll tweak with anybody, fuck this city up

I'm from SouthPark apartments , yeah snatch block I got a Mac, fold a nigga like a laptop

I'm in the field makin' plays, you a mascot

Anybody fuck with me gon' get they ass popped

Ayy, bitch, and that's on everything

My wrist spinnin' in the pot like a hurricane

I get high and make music like I'm Eddie Cain But

I don't smoke crack, bitch, I smoke Mary Jane

I'll never do crack, dawg,food. Or ice cream

I'll pop a Xanax , X-pills , and Sip lean

I don't fuck with Perks, I'm nodding out off the codeine

Niggas poppin' Perks, knowin' they pressed and he O.D'd

Fuck yo dead niggas,

And when I catch your bitch ass, you gon' be dead with him

Bitch, I ain't tryna fuck, I'm wanna use the kitchen

I got some goals I'm tryna hit right now, I'm on a mission

I don't own nobody's shit, this is my bag I wasn't tryna flex on you, bro, that's my bad

I will put my scale down and get on your ass

Catch you walkin' out the crib leave yo brains on your doormat