"All Bad" lyrics
(Ooh, Rell)
I don't want no green, where that Wocky at?
On the Eastside where they won't find your body at
(I swear to God, it's so skinny), bitch, where your body at?
I want motherfuckin' chicken head, call me Project Pat
Chi Chi said the work touched down, told him, "Roger that"
I can't hear shit, we came with the loudest pack
Boy, this AR send a nigga, ain't no comin' back
Boy, I'm tryna spin like the laundromat
When I pull up, all you see is sticks like a hockey match
When I pull off, you hear a helicopter 'cause I'm in a Track
Vroom, vroom, bitch done broke her neck
Hit a bitch, grab her from the waist, tryna break her back
Killed her, and now the EMS tryna bring her back
Told the plug I don't want nothin' less than a slab
You can't bring at least ten, then it's all bad
Took a nigga bitch, why that nigga mad?
I'ma unseal a whole pint, hit it, seal it back
Bitch, you ever been in a car with the ceiling back?
Off rock gettin' a massage, I'm feelin' good and I'm just sittin' back
I just hit a bitch with a tester
She know how to keep her mouth closed, I'ma bless her
High as hell, I put autopilot on the Tesla
I'm 'bout to rip her body suit off like a wrestler
Are you in the mafia?
Hmm, she made it to the mansion, this bitch super happy
I swear to God, she gave me head 'fore I knew what happened
Before she ever met me, this bitch already knew I had it
Bitch thick as hell, got her ass from her people 'nem
I've been VIP with JB, Real and GG nem
She in here with her friends, she said, "Casa amigo them"
It ain't no tellin' what that nigga Damedot keep on him
'Cause it could be the blicky or it could be dog shit
Or it could be a fully, fuck around, leave 'em all hit
I don't be with poodles, bitch, we all pits
I came to get some white lows, got them all lit
'Cause some want a picture and some want an autograph
Front-door pack, though you know I had to torch his ass
I just threw a band and she told me she need more than that
I don't need no Jane on the watch, but her waist, I'ma get it snatched
Ridin' in the front, but I'm in the back
It's a chopper, a plane, nah, lil' bitch, I'm in the 'Cat
It's guaranteed this bitch'll take your soul in ten minutes flat
You took a pussy pic today, bitch, send me that
If you got a pussy made it go, bitch, come give me that
She don't wanna fuck me again, I ain't heard of that
Paid eighty for this three-five, but a Turtle Pack
I don't want no green, where that Wocky at?
On the Eastside where they won't find your body at
(I swear to God, it's so skinny), bitch, where your body at?
I want motherfuckin' chicken head, call me Project Pat
Chi Chi said the work touched down, told him, "Roger that"
I can't hear shit, we came with the loudest pack
Boy, this AR send a nigga, ain't no comin' back
Boy, I'm tryna spin like the laundromat
When I pull up, all you see is sticks like a hockey match
When I pull off, you hear a helicopter 'cause I'm in a Track
Vroom, vroom, bitch done broke her neck
Hit a bitch, grab her from the waist, tryna break her back
Killed her, and now the EMS tryna bring her back
Told the plug I don't want nothin' less than a slab
You can't bring at least ten, then it's all bad
Took a nigga bitch, why that nigga mad?
I'ma unseal a whole pint, hit it, seal it back
Bitch, you ever been in a car with the ceiling back?
Off rock gettin' a massage, I'm feelin' good and I'm just sittin' back
I just hit a bitch with a tester
She know how to keep her mouth closed, I'ma bless her
High as hell, I put autopilot on the Tesla
I'm 'bout to rip her body suit off like a wrestler
Are you in the mafia?
Hmm, she made it to the mansion, this bitch super happy
I swear to God, she gave me head 'fore I knew what happened
Before she ever met me, this bitch already knew I had it
Bitch thick as hell, got her ass from her people 'nem
I've been VIP with JB, Real and GG nem
She in here with her friends, she said, "Casa amigo them"
It ain't no tellin' what that nigga Damedot keep on him
'Cause it could be the blicky or it could be dog shit
Or it could be a fully, fuck around, leave 'em all hit
I don't be with poodles, bitch, we all pits
I came to get some white lows, got them all lit
'Cause some want a picture and some want an autograph
Front-door pack, though you know I had to torch his ass
I just threw a band and she told me she need more than that
I don't need no Jane on the watch, but her waist, I'ma get it snatched
Ridin' in the front, but I'm in the back
It's a chopper, a plane, nah, lil' bitch, I'm in the 'Cat
It's guaranteed this bitch'll take your soul in ten minutes flat
You took a pussy pic today, bitch, send me that
If you got a pussy made it go, bitch, come give me that
She don't wanna fuck me again, I ain't heard of that
Paid eighty for this three-five, but a Turtle Pack
