Bad News 2 ft. Sneak Lyrics

I'm tryna grab the moon

I'm tryna light up the fumes

I'm tryna make it go boom

Out Silver Spring I aint hadda a silver spoon

I know the truth I aint gotta assume

How the fuck could you July In June

It's coming soon

Stick make em fly magicians on a broom

I know a bitch who just tryna consume

Breath a little then she gotta resume

Damn she got designer perfume

If you walk in you can smell the aroma

Nigga its Cazz move like a loner

If I smell blood eat like a soldier

Gotta be a soldier for your soldiers

Don't get closed tryna look for closure

You better get the notice

Lens cracked up but can't lose focus

I do not know what the joke Is

Exotic nuggets back you down like Jokić

Don't tie him up

He suicidal

So just go show em where the rope Is

On free time get busy

Spin your shit get dizzy

Hold up wait where Is he

Bad news nigga no kizzy

Dogs out niggas tryna play frisbee

Bitch you fit no hissy

Tell me do you miss me

Just don't try to kiss me

If you let me fuck you can't diss me

If I put you on you better tip me

I know a couple niggas still sitting

Social distance before distancing

Please forgive me for my sins cuz I'm just tryna win

Bitch I need like six rings

Make that seven cuz Jordan got six and I need more than him

I'm tryna gain control

Started from a half turned that shit to a whole

Click at that boy no remote

I'm on probation brodie on parole

I was down bad nigga I was deprived

I kept a stick cuz I hadda survive

I score on the foul I convert the conversion

Still the same me just a way better version

Was a rookie I got a promotion

He was up then that boy got demoted

I looked death In the face till this day I'm still safe

Father god man I know that I'm chosen

If you weak nigga don't get involved

Murder cases they do not get solved

Me and bro we was fishing for Opps

Fuck the Opps man we spanking them all

I'm tryna grab the moon

I'm tryna light up the fumes

I'm tryna make it go boom

Out Silver Spring I aint hadda silver spoon

I know the truth I aint gotta assume

How the fuck could you July In June

It's coming soon

Stick make em fly magicians on a broom

I know a bitch who just tryna consume

Breath a little then she gotta resume

Damn she got designer perfume

If you walk in you can smell the aroma

Nigga its Cazz move like a loner

If I smell blood eat like a soldier

Gotta be a soldier for your soldiers

Don't get closed tryna look for closure