Bad Boy ft. Mah Lyrics

Yop cmon

Uh I'm a Bad Boy no Diddy shit

I know life get ugly I got a pretty bitch

I been thinking bout the money and just getting rich

But I know a lot of niggas switch when they getting it

I got a couple lines of Tris, a few zips when I'm getting lit

This a loose leaf, stuffed it with three I don't swisher hit

You gon lose me, ain't talkin bout no chips then you get dismissed

I just wake and bake, get to the cake I ain't in the mix

Nah for real I be out the way

I'm just tryna touch some new bills I'm tryna count some pape

I need 100 like I'm Wilt then I'm out the game

They keep telling me I'm ill but how I feel I need a ounce of drank

In the crib I be puffing on exotic this a house of dank

What the fuck am I gonna do with a wallet this a thousand franks

Pulling up to V's with double D he got a thousand Ks

I'm just tryna keep it P I'm powered off the pain

Uh but I'm back up in the one mode

Dame Lill started out with zero I'm getting Bucks though

When it's coming to these beats I'm a freak I'm moving cutthroat

I'm doing numbers in my sleep Dubsea ain't sharing one post (haha)

But it's coo I ain't trippin bout it

But why the fuck you in my dm asking when I started?

You already know I'm coming trim why you ask me bout a different artist?

Don't try to double back and say I'm him when my shit the hottest

But fuck all of that shit let's just get deposits

Yeah I'm humble but I can put it on the flo and niggas get demolished

You gotta watch that backdoor can't forget to lock it

You won't catch me fucking on these hoes I only get the knowledge

She got A plus head game

I got pockets full of dead face

I don't mean to boast but I'm the Goat that's what the vets say

I be doing this for fun and I do better on your best day

I'm going on a run like Sean Combs when the feds came

Uh I'm a Bad Boy no Diddy shit

I know life get ugly I got a pretty bitch

I been thinking bout the money and just getting rich

But I know a lot of niggas switch when they getting it

I got a couple lines of Tris, a few zips when I'm getting lit

This a loose leaf, stuffed it with three I don't swisher hit

You gon lose me, ain't talkin bout no chips then you get dismissed

I just wake and bake, get to the cake I ain't in the mix

Yop cmon

Yop cmon

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