"All Bad $ Is Good" lyrics
(Ready?)
I got a hunch, I think the bullets they came from that way
I need that shit right now, hell nah I can't wait
I'm convicted too but I ain't playin' like no saint
I ain't do too much talkin', my jewelry they clank
Them boys up them Glocks on yo' ass, I just wait
What the fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?
You know that these niggas can't stay
I ain't never need no help 'bout no smoke, I'm gon die when I say
Pistol whip a nigga, know I knock out his braces
Fucked up my crib when I'm sliding, ain't no trace
Pull up then they shake your block and it quake
You don't wanna get paid, nigga come take
She'll came through, you know I nut on her face
That bitch a thot but I admire her traction
Spinned her around, hit that hoe with some spray
I was locked up eating hot sauce and Lays
5 to the brain when I catch that bitch late
Sremm life, I'll teach that nigga how to Swang
Drinking cough syrup, think I'm going through a phase
Take a nigga down, don't wanna hear bout them days
Head tap, bet a nigga ass fly away
Do 'em bad, 285 high way
She'll fuck the whole gang, this bop don't play
In love with that Drac, you gotta pass me that K
BL, you know you see the bat on my chain
I fuck with the crips, but the Glokk with two Ks
It's still fuck the police, I felt their lil' taser
All bad money good robbin' my plays
I ain't tripping move the dope to your place
Shut the fuck up and they closing that case
This shit beatin', know yo' ass hear the bass
Nigga 'bout to kill a nigga 'fore I got laced
Spin back, you know I dove back in that pit
Spin back in that pit like I'm looking for some thrift
I'm lookin' for that nigga but I just know its a twist
Put on that shoe, I'm gon' see who it fit
Turn him right 'round, I'm just tryin' not to slip
I ain't goin' out bad nigga, I'm not in y'all mix
Knocked the hoe out then I throw out the kicks
Can tell my girl angsty, she wan' let me hit
Hellcat Durango I make this bih' drift
Two bitches they thots 'cause I made them both kiss
Birthday's, you know I might fuck up yo' wish
The bitch gotta hunch, tell that hoe "eat a dick!"
[?] tell my PO I pissed
He gon' die, he on my list (Yeah)
He the type to lack wit' no strap (Yeah)
He the type to beat up his bitch (Yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round town with these weapons
I call 'em Beyblades 'cause I let the bih' rip
I was wrappin' so many of them niggas
Them folk gon' call me just to write down they licks
I'll take lil' hoe to the back
And then hit the hoe fast and then get out there quick
I pull up right now on BL
We gon' air the bitch out and let's see if we miss
Glokk 2wo2imes, I'm fuckin with this
See the backdoor, I got crazy ass vision
They ain't miss nun', man them boys got precision
Frap, hit the boy right in his chizzy
Huh, spin them boys make them boys dizzy
Huh, Rockstar life get edgy (Rockstar)
We ain't the same, all different (Nah)
I got a hunch, I think the bullets they came from that way
I need that shit right now, hell nah I can't wait
I'm convicted too but I ain't playin' like no saint
I ain't do too much talkin', my jewelry they clank
Them boys up them Glocks on yo' ass, I just wait
What the fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?
You know that these niggas can't stay
I ain't never need no help 'bout no smoke, I'm gon die when I say
Pistol whip a nigga, know I knock out his braces
Fucked up my crib when I'm sliding, ain't no trace
Pull up then they shake your block and it quake
You don't wanna get paid, nigga come take
She'll came through, you know I nut on her face
That bitch a thot but I admire her traction
Spinned her around, hit that hoe with some spray
I was locked up eating hot sauce and Lays
5 to the brain when I catch that bitch late
Sremm life, I'll teach that nigga how to Swang
Drinking cough syrup, think I'm going through a phase
Take a nigga down, don't wanna hear bout them days
Head tap, bet a nigga ass fly away
Do 'em bad, 285 high way
She'll fuck the whole gang, this bop don't play
In love with that Drac, you gotta pass me that K
BL, you know you see the bat on my chain
I fuck with the crips, but the Glokk with two Ks
It's still fuck the police, I felt their lil' taser
All bad money good robbin' my plays
I ain't tripping move the dope to your place
Shut the fuck up and they closing that case
This shit beatin', know yo' ass hear the bass
Nigga 'bout to kill a nigga 'fore I got laced
Spin back, you know I dove back in that pit
Spin back in that pit like I'm looking for some thrift
I'm lookin' for that nigga but I just know its a twist
Put on that shoe, I'm gon' see who it fit
Turn him right 'round, I'm just tryin' not to slip
I ain't goin' out bad nigga, I'm not in y'all mix
Knocked the hoe out then I throw out the kicks
Can tell my girl angsty, she wan' let me hit
Hellcat Durango I make this bih' drift
Two bitches they thots 'cause I made them both kiss
Birthday's, you know I might fuck up yo' wish
The bitch gotta hunch, tell that hoe "eat a dick!"
[?] tell my PO I pissed
He gon' die, he on my list (Yeah)
He the type to lack wit' no strap (Yeah)
He the type to beat up his bitch (Yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round town with these weapons
I call 'em Beyblades 'cause I let the bih' rip
I was wrappin' so many of them niggas
Them folk gon' call me just to write down they licks
I'll take lil' hoe to the back
And then hit the hoe fast and then get out there quick
I pull up right now on BL
We gon' air the bitch out and let's see if we miss
Glokk 2wo2imes, I'm fuckin with this
See the backdoor, I got crazy ass vision
They ain't miss nun', man them boys got precision
Frap, hit the boy right in his chizzy
Huh, spin them boys make them boys dizzy
Huh, Rockstar life get edgy (Rockstar)
We ain't the same, all different (Nah)
