Bad Press

I swear to God, niggas really been crownin' theyself

Thinkin' they really it, boys out here clownin' theyself

Boy, get your ass up out that booth, somebody find me a belt

It's about time that he hang it up or somebody find him a shelf

You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies

You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies

You ain't made for this rap shit you ain't got no more hobbies

Only time it was ever givin' top, it was sloppy, yeah

I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear a XS

Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access

I'll have niggas up and down your block like a plaid dress