Bad Intentions ft. Mooch Blakk Lyrics

I Got Bad Intentions

Yeah

Bad Intentions

Bad Intentions

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinning

I Got Bad Intentions

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinning

I Got Bad Intentions

My intentions bad so keep it cool, I'm packing like I'm finna move

I'm dipping with this Mack in the back pack look like I'm skipping school n

Niggas on some shit it's cool, Now I'm finna play the fool

I grip the tool and than I start tripping like I can't fit my shoes

Check the dude y'all can never how I move I'm smooth as leather

2 Barretta's smoking together, I call them Mack and Devon

Bitch I'm having wicked thoughts, Awww shit I'm finna start

I'm hearing voices in my head them bitches saying click and spark

I pull the 5th and listen to my demons as I pick my mark

The 5th'll spark fuck dropping bodies they getting ripped apart

I'm schitzing I been off my meds, I'm crazy I done lost my edge

I'm no longer squashing the beef, Niggas getting off'd instead

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em'

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinning

I Got Bad Intentions

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinnin

I Got Bad Intentions

Look what being humble get you

Falling out with mofuckas that ain't Stumble with you

Can't Stomach it

Don't Eat with em'

If they ain't Grumble with you

Say they Ballin, Cool

Bet it Fumble when this Hit you

Shooting powerful truths

Arsenal got a ton of missles

They shit talk behind ya back

When they ain't fucking with you

A Backstab Permanent

Forever Stuck wit you

Bout to use my stimmy on semis

Load up on bunch of pistols

Fuck em'

I don't trust em'

Too sharp

Off I Cut em'

At the corner

Imma shut em'

Jalen Ramsey

Flex the muscle

Thought he was Gold-En I struck em

Round 2 Meet at the tunnel

Yeah I see - my men on the line

All out blitz

We gon rush em

Stop tryna calm me down

Its too late

Think its a Game

If I get (Bored) Board - I make you a Move A Space

Past Enemies. Fresh Remedies

Old food on newer plates

They talk Heavy

I get Rid of the Bodies

I'm Losing Weight

You damn right

You fucking with a bipolar nigga

You'd think this shit Staged till I Show these niggas

And If yall girls give me the looks

I take the hoes thas wit ya

I hope yall got (Wills) Wheels

For you and whoever rolling with ya

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinning

I Got Bad Intentions

Strapped Up

Like a Henchmen

I Got Bad Intentions

If They Make Me

You Gon Miss Em'

I Got Bad Intentions

Ain't Social

Stay Out My Mentions

I Got Bad Intentions

Counting Blessings

While We Sinning

I Got Bad Intentions