SelfMade Tray - Bad Bidness

Lord reveal the fake
I know so many people hate the boy
Went up on the price
Won't even talk it aint bout paper boy
Serving like the paper boy
Balling like a laker boy
I don't want his bitch
But on my blicc swear i can take her boy
Real niggas they hearing me
Real one aint no flaw in me
And you cant come around if you aint trying to take no fall wit me
Stack it up this whole summer
Known to be a road runner
Bro them got them sticks like we a band and he a whole drummer
Everybody got problems
Still trying to figure out what i did to em
Caught my partner stealing from me It hurt me cause ill give it to em
Blood been actin different
I won't switch just keep my distance
Gsg my road dawg that deuce 5 for assistance
Got to stay consistent
You never know who listening
My first time getting a load
I swear it felt like it was christmas
Run That cake up don't stop
Heart cold as a ice box
They don't like a post but steady asking when my tape drop
The top just keep on calling me
Cant stop this what im built for
Mouth closed no info
Freaky bitch she a nympho
Rawest nigga i know it
They ain't gone believe untill its too late
Pussy niggas got time to hate
I doubled up they 2 fake
Bet the house on me
Cause with this music i'm a goat
I aint cappin you should know
Im just waiting for to blow
I don't usually pop my shit
But i see green and im on go
Niggas know i got that uh shit be stanking store
Having second thoughts about the music
I cant give in
Bro them say its fuck em
keep your foot up on they fucking neck
Every time they want to conversate Make sure they cut the check
Know they looking crazy like he ain't even made it yet
Like he ain't got no buzz
Well i know some niggas pay for that
And i ain't trying to pay for that
You send a shot we send em back
Ducked off with a bad bitch
Cant fuck raw she aint my bitch
Niggas bump we pop shit
Im just on my pac shit
I promise ima get it
I cant stop untill my brothers lit
Real ones who i'm fucking with
I can get yo gang hit
Real talk i had it hard
Trapping out of different cars
Found out why they hating
Im getting gwop and fucking all they broads
Damn
That shit be bad bidness
Damn
That shit be bad bidness
Real talk i had it hard
Trapping out of different cars
Found out why they hating
Im getting gwop and fucking all they broads
Damn
That shit be bad bidness
Damn
Yeh That shit be bad bidness

Written by:
Tray Putney

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