Shun G. - Bad Intentions

I come from the bottom, they ain't showin' love But I done been solid through all the weather
I hit the venue with all my steppers
Fly to your city, get straight to the cheddar
We don't be fuckin' with half and half So you gotta keep it a hundred or better
Word to my fans, I'm hot as a pepper He fuckin' with us, only God can help em

I don't want problems, but niggas be plottin' So I got a thirty plus two in my weapon
I ain't no sucker if she into takin' But not into givin', then I gotta dead it
I'm at the dealer, I walk in his office I hand him a stack and say pardon my credit
Told all my people I'm sorry, I gotta go get it I swear I'll be back in a second

I murdered my doubters and killed all my haters They dead, I put em all to bed
Niggas be talkin' like they got it poppin' But really, bro, that shit be all a stretch
They got enough of these niggas caught up in the media I'ma stay out of the mess
Run up my bands and book me a flight to a city Where nobody know where I'm at

Whenever I travel, I'm ridin' with felons You come with the playin get shot in your chest
I know that they mad, but we on that money Them niggas can hate while I jump on a jet
We never chillin', come lookin' for us And that boy gon' get caught like a fish in the net
Thinkin' it's sweet, you run up and roll away dead My nigga, but that's what you get

I don't give a shit if that nigga a gangster If that nigga try us he die where he at
Get laid in the streets like he bustin' a stretch I'm movin' forward, ain't fuckin' no X
The tables done turned, my shit was just stuck in the mud But now I stand up and I flex
I love who I love it's fuck all the rest
Run through a tour, let em clean up the mess

I came off a block where they bag and send it
Now you won't see me with average women
We at your show with some bad intentions
I brought my killers, I had to mention
Made me a monster when I saw the dirt hit your coffin But that shit be sad to mention
Twenty-four years, they still holdin' out on parole He did over half his sentence

I really know killers, ain't none of my people No rappers, it won't be no playin' with me
Really don't matter if she thick or petite Just keep it on fleek if you layin' with me
I done got used to him comin' and goin' I don't give a fuck who ain't stayin' with me
Keep you some money, a Glock and your head on the swivel These niggas be playin' for keeps

Niggas be simps, they clownin' for bougie lil thotties and we get them all for free
Shit be all good, till they get a taste of that dick And they start wantin' all of me
You won't believe the nerve of the fuckers Who left me and then tried to call on me
I got on my grind and now they be hatin' Remember I wanted us all to eat

We blow through the money and go get some more Leave it to God, ain't savin' no hoe
I do a show with some heat in my coat
If we really did, it won't nobody know
Four in the morning, I'm up and I'm rollin' I barely been sleepin', I'm back in that mode
You gon' be lonely when it's time to work But the party be lit, bruh, that's just how it go

I came off a block where they bag and send it
Now you won't see me with average women
We at yo show with some bad intentions
I brought my killers, I had to mention
Made me a monster when I saw the dirt hit your coffin But that shit be sad to mention
Twenty-four years, they still holdin' out on parole He did over half his sentence

Written by:
Trushun Gordon

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