Do U Bad ft. YHF Devo Lyrics

Chea!

Brap

Aye

Dropped outta school I didn't learn so

I had to take the L so I can earn woah

Pussy boy actin tuff, he not for real nah

We gon' put you on a shirt like a merch

Aye aye aye

Bunch of basura get smashed like patatas

Keep me quaranta extra clip full of bala

Make a mf do the cha-cha

Shawty a puta and she trying to be my seniorita

But my heart freezing

Yeah I'm cold like fucking freezer

Brap

Colder than mf snow aye

Bad lil bitch she won't let go aye

Shout out to my nigga Rowe

He making money my bro ain't no joke

He said we gon' make it I said that's fasho

Guala we gon' flip it you how it goes

Hella hoes on my dick

They like how I flow

Hit it one time then imma ghost

We don't want you hoe

Bitch you gotta go

Yeah I'm with the cuzzos

Yeah I'm with the locos

Always on the roll

Makin that money so I can get power

Trying to feed the bros hey

In the room full of homies

And some bullies always ready to go

Hey look

We gon' do u bad we gon do u bad now aye

You heard what I said boy you betta pipe down

Make you do the running man if you ain't gon' slow down

Why you hating on the man Bitch you know I don't play around

I'm the flyest in the town, got no heart like iron man

I'm the coldest boy around when I shoot you go down

Bunch of basura get smashed like patatas

Keep me quaranta extra clip full of bala

Make a mf do the cha-cha

Shawty a puta and she trying to be my seniorita

But my heart freezing

Yeah I'm cold like fucking freezer

If I say we equipped?

Me and folks comin through with the grips

Fresh of a hit

No double backing cause my gang neva miss

So you could get liqqed

I don't care you with ya son or a bitch cause eh

I do it for fun, I get into it and I'm neva gon' run

Watch ya mouth fix ya tone

Its disrespectful if you been where I'm from

And you better start jacking the movement

YHF gon' be up is y'all clueless

Soon your bitch gon' be on road to ruth chris

You gon' see who really stupid

Me and gang we got the blueprints

Other rappers they cant do this

Talk about it in the streets

But really they only be packing when moving

If you cant see I really do this

I'd take a charge just like lil Chris

If I don't got it on me I'm not lacking eh

Shootas with me lookin just like Klay

My brothers they scheming

Pop a perky now I feel like a demon

I make em' lean aye

With this .40 when I up it it scream

I'm back on my scene aye

And all my brothers round me you can get T'd

Dirt up on our name, We came from the streets

From the slums, We ain't have shit to eat

But now that I'm back on my bully,

Keep the tollie tucked, its under the hoodie

If its a stichy, homie ride wit a blixky

We get caught by them Jakes they gon have to book me

They shoulda took me