Bad Guy ft. Moski Buckz Lyrics

(Uh, I'm not the bad guy)

(Yeah, im not the bad guy)

(I'm not the bad guy) (Let's go let's go)

You would think that I done enough

Livin' so good whole time I'm in my head thinking that I be fucking up

I can get lit I smoke, I drink but nothing can cover these scars up

I been just tryn put my guard up

Moski been pourin' that wok up

Get on yo shit get yo guap up

Ooh

Watch how I move

I'm done fucking with you

I been spending my days and my nights at the stu tryna buss out these bands so that we can be cool

But you tryna call me a lie

Always asking how, why?

Tryna paint me out like I've always been this bad guy

Listen, shh

No really just listen

I can hear all the things that you missing

When you left, you swore you was different

You had yo block try to get ock but all them niggas was phony

My niggas get hot when they see the ops them niggas start shooting like Kobe

Yeah

I am not no Birkin

That old shit not workin'

Niggas was laughing when I started rap

But Im gettin' hunnids yea that is for certain

Can't fuck with Big Bris

Y'all niggas knew this

Now you got me hot spazzin'

Servin' like Ruth's Chris yea

(Moski)

Man down (Man down) tell ya homies go and pick him up

Hollow tips (Hollow tips) now the doctors gotta stitch him up

He told y'all nigga he was done with it

Now y'all niggas gotta run with it

New beam I'm having fun with it

All black I'm a nun with it

Now you see why it's not working

Cause I send shots and you tweaking

And you asking for a Birkin

Do a better job slurping

Sitchi with me so I'm situated

Ion talk I make a sitchi statement

All my ops on different pavements

It's me and EJ so u know we made it

You would think that I done enough

Livin' so good whole time I'm in my head thinking that I be fucking up

I can get lit I smoke, I drink but nothing can cover these scars up

I been just tryn put my guard up

Moski been pourin' that wok up

Get on yo shit get yo guap up

Ooh

Watch how I move

I'm done fucking with you

I been spending my days and my nights at the stu tryna buss out these bands so that we can be cool

But you tryna call me a lie

Always asking how, why?

Tryna paint me out like I've always been this bad guy