"Bad Intentions" lyrics
Bad intentions nigga
Fucking with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze Cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
Fuck bitches at our leisure
Stuff dick inside their throat 'til they have seizures
Hoes down, B's up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start tripping, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbing son
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncing that impala down the shore like what's good with it?
I'm a made man, I wear Js and
I been around more rocks than a fuckin' cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
Fucked my credit up smashing the Aston
FYI nigga I got a magnum
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I'm a motherfuckin' butcher
Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
I be all up in the kitchen
No need for an apron, playboy
I'm a professional, I'm caking playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? Cash
Fucking with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned, God
Church, Higher power
Impala sitting clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
Your chest'll be full and that clip'll be empty
I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit?
Paid for my mamma house, 'bout 700k
Can't stop smoking but I'm down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean "yayo"
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
We come through charging nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of 'em same color but the shit is OK though
'Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slipping, get a halo
And I ain't talking 'bout the X-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life Black Ops
Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop
And we ain't killing Jonny, no
Nigga give 'em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That's how I get down, all you rap niggas flopping
Who talking shit now? Only Drake and Ye worth copping
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gambling in Vegas
Come back to back running faster than five Lakers
So mother fuck a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
LeBron can't stand me, 'cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
Balling, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy, them my mother fucking home boys
But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
And before you try to say that that's a diss
I was at Khaled's house two days ago bitch
Sipping on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kids
Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like going broke was the shit, shit
Fucking with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze Cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
Fuck bitches at our leisure
Stuff dick inside their throat 'til they have seizures
Hoes down, B's up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start tripping, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbing son
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncing that impala down the shore like what's good with it?
I'm a made man, I wear Js and
I been around more rocks than a fuckin' cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
Fucked my credit up smashing the Aston
FYI nigga I got a magnum
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I'm a motherfuckin' butcher
Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
I be all up in the kitchen
No need for an apron, playboy
I'm a professional, I'm caking playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? Cash
Fucking with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned, God
Church, Higher power
Impala sitting clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
Your chest'll be full and that clip'll be empty
I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit?
Paid for my mamma house, 'bout 700k
Can't stop smoking but I'm down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean "yayo"
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
We come through charging nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of 'em same color but the shit is OK though
'Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slipping, get a halo
And I ain't talking 'bout the X-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life Black Ops
Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop
And we ain't killing Jonny, no
Nigga give 'em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That's how I get down, all you rap niggas flopping
Who talking shit now? Only Drake and Ye worth copping
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gambling in Vegas
Come back to back running faster than five Lakers
So mother fuck a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
LeBron can't stand me, 'cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
Balling, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy, them my mother fucking home boys
But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
And before you try to say that that's a diss
I was at Khaled's house two days ago bitch
Sipping on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kids
Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like going broke was the shit, shit
Writer(s): Tomas J Costanza, Sofia Toufa, Chris Nicholas
