Mr. BaD - INTRO

Nigga i ain't letting
Shit slide
Shit fire
Coming out of the
Gauge
A Split mind
Been tired
Of me telling em
Danger outside
Now you all get to witness
What danger bout now

Thought I was changed
But I really didn't
Got my revenge in wicked ways
Pray I get forgiven
Who I'm kidding
40 oz sipping
Cold heat gripping
No sleep
1 deep with it
187 the streets with it
Trust
Took the Ls rolled
Opps in em
Same gun
Different shots hit em
It's a 40oz savage on the block
So you better take ya shots now
Chopper a convertible maker
Put his top down
Been a hood legend since
Huggies and quarter Juicey's
Stick smoking like you bout hit hookah
I'm the intruder
Trill shit a nigga know why we boolin
Playing goofy better duck when I pull out
The toolie
All in all give a fuck about
Who you is or what you did
I'm gangster cause all my kids
Know dad loves his
And bitch
It's the lyrical bartender
These shots hit
Make you malfunction
like parts missin
I'm all for a war
Ya reality augmented
Dog I'm the last nigga
You want involved in it
I'll Spin a nigga block
When I do make em cartwheel it
I'm karma in the flesh
Nigga this a fresh wound
No lacerations left
The cut resembles a half moon
Ion need a pardon bitch cause life is a bad mood
Savo 17 the regime on yo ass
I trust a soul out the body
Ghostbuster yo ass
Now stop playing ima
Run up every bag in my vision
And start spraying if a mf
Start with that trippin
Really short with the temper
But aim precise at ya temple
Watch ya mouth or the pistol
Fuck the clout I'm official
Without a doubt or a issue
No need to weed out the bitches
Cause they gon bleed over business
Mob shit it's in the best of my interest
Try to ride til I blow up the engine
40 oz savo Gang on you bitches
Hand you'll never forget it nigga

Written by:
CHARLES ROCKER

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