Riccy Runtz & Baby O - Bad

(Oh, oh, mmn)
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
(Huh?)
(Hahahaha)
(Haha, ah-ha)
I kept it secret, why you had to go and tell 'em that?
Fuck what these people talkin' bout, you know I got yo' back
Bet not come outside lackin' cause if you do, well, that's yo' ass
All these oppas go out sad, I just got in my bag
And my new babygirl bad, I'm talkin' bout the racks
1500 block, reppin' that
And niggas can't fuck with my swag
You ain't got no cash so why you tryna beef? Go get a bag
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna get up on yo' ass
Baby, slow it down, who the fuck you talkin' to like that?
Baby, calm down, if I feel disrespect, you gettin' bat
Let's take the wrong route, I'ma show these bitches I been that
Why you hoppin' in and out this beef? That shit make me mad
Man, why do these bitches be playin' with us?
Like, we ain't gon' pull up with choppas and buss
Doo, doo, doo, nigga better duck
And that's what he get for playin' with us
I swing like a ceilin' fan
Now free the man, like, who else gon' keep it a buck?
I'm in love with the killin', man
I'm a gentleman
Watch the choppa come out of the truck
(Baby, I been on them drugs for a while)
(Baby, I been on them drugs for a while)
(Baby, I been on them drugs for a while)
(Do you know what happened last time?)
(I been on the road)
(I been on the road)
(Stackin' up the dough)
(Stackin' up the dough)
(If you wanna leave, baby, there's the door)
(I'm not waitin' on you no more)
(Waitin' on you no more)

Written by:
Juice 4700, Rik Runtz

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