Bad Influence Lyrics

Be like me

Gotta watch what I do around my nigga my son want to be like me

It wasn't my mama fault I wanna go raise myself in the streets

You know you a hoe why you involve yourself in the beef

If it wasn't for Dame I wouldn't involve myself in the beat

Niggas be dogs okay cool I'm a beast

See these paws niggas these scars from torching my heat

Niggas be baby boy Tyrese

I'm Tyrese in these streets waist deep

I went on my first lick smoked some tree

I went on my first hit ain't lose sleep nigga

You is a math class I was tryna' go catch me a B nigga

After football practice I'm leaving out selling some weed

nigga my coach told my dukes yo' son a G jail where he gon' see

I get rich right now I don't know nobody you niggas wasn't fucking with me

This shit turn up right now I don't know none of you niggas

Niggas wasn't fuck with me niggas wasn't tryna do nothing for a nigga no nothing

I don't know nobody this shit turn up right now I don't know a damn soul nigga on everything

get off get off get off we do that shit every week

Boy girl lean weed we got everything for cheap

Nigga ain't shopping take that shit up the street I'ma talk her through it in the sheets

Let's make that call nigga a nigga gone pull up quick somebody in that three

I ain't got no money why you callin' what you coppin'

Why you stallin' you ain't slick boy I saw you

My niggas dumb them boys retarded

Bitches fuck good when you ballin' I'm about 5'10 money taller

She know I get in that pussy every time I'ma fuck her like I bought it

I be in the field more than the San Diego Charger on my daughter

Get back got it lesson learned and who the fuck you think that taught him

Ran up racks in Nike tecs and Charles Barkley's

Same fit to go out stalking and try to run I be with hawkers be with

I be with real catchers turn white tees to red shirts

Bitches playin' slimey grimy that FN gon' bless her ayy

Be with real catchers turn white tees to red shirts that FN gon' bless her nigga