Mr. Bad Guy Lyrics

As a king, shit I go through a lot

Niggas plotting onna throne tryna come for my spot

Typa shit that make ya scrunch ya face up like Ciroq

Call myself the best alive, I'm everything that you not

Naw nigga we ion fuck wit da opps

You ain't gotta wear ya vest, cause we aiming for tops

Play time really over, when I drop, niggas stop

We dodging jail to be rich, we ain't standing wit cops

Niggas wanna see Chacon be a menace in life

I know that killing may be wrong, but it feel so right

I'm only putting niggas down when I'm surfacing mics

But if you niggas want a problem, we can show you The Light

Real niggas fuck wimme, snake niggas surrounding you

Or fake niggas too, can't really divide the two

You think you got it mastered, just imagine what I could do

Cause the streets love me but they really don't rock with you

Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker

Rico C is on the mic, love the Undertakers

No pump fakers, haters, fake motivators

Only goats get involved, this strictly is for the players

Like ogres and onions, my game is full of layers

I like my women loyal to me, no betrayers

I like em real freaky as well, that answer prayers

Cause I'm a money getting, dope smoking, pussy slayer

I like my money earned by myself, the truest hustler

If she ain't onna same thing, don't be cuffing her

Only signs I need is dollars from all the customers

The cash pick me up when I'm sad, this bag muscular

I Ain't tryna be a hero, I'm used to being the villain

Even after all the drama, Chacon is still living

This a song for my niggas who stack the bucks to the ceiling

Niggas mad that we up, the hater shit never ending

I Ain't tryna be a hero, I'm used to being the villain

Even after all the drama, Chacon is still living

This a song for my niggas who stack the bucks to the ceiling

Niggas mad that we up, the hater shit never ending

Chasing ghosts innis shit, yet I'm poised for this shit

Wine and dine yo baby mama, then I stroke her wit dick

Many checks being written for the bars that I spit

I can be a billionaire cause I'm unfuckable wit

Live from the belly of the beast

Niggas sit and listen whenever Chacon speaks

Grammy Gold boy, them labels is getting fleeced

And when I drop this, promise u rappers will be deceased

Cause after every release, I shake the game up a little

Rap savior or lost soul, stuck inna middle

Walking with a purpose, you other niggas is crippled

Heard yo last shit, can't even cap, I had to giggle

Rico C and Dre The Brave, got em inna chokehold

Limousine tinted cars, we don't ride fishbowl

Never going dolo, everybody got poles

Grammys on Grammys, everybody know I love those

And as long as I live, all my people gone survive

My billions gone stretch, whether I'm dead or alive

Cut em off at the root if they fucking up the vibe

I'm a die a fucking legend, it was never a surprise

Niggas know that Chacon is him

MOE and Revival, the throne be them

Niggas know that Chacon is him

MOE and Revival, the throne be them

The throne be them

Chacon is him

Niggas know that Chacon is him

MOE and Revival, the throne be them

Niggas know that Chacon is him

And the throne be them

Ha!