Bad Vibe

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How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm ****y, I ain't never getting change of the ****ery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm ****y, I ain't never getting change of the ****ery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
They steady on my d*ck, always talkin' sh*t, they just wanna ride the wave
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, now I know they gonna slide for me
I wet the streets in the neighborhood, it's easy, why these n*ggas wan' be me?
Trench kid, been with the sh*ts, ******s flyin', now I'm actin' steezy
You don't want smoke like a pidy, child you do not believe me
All the dead opps got me weezy, all the dead opps got me high
I'll be juggin' till I die, spin the block, I really wish a n*gga try
We gon' leave him in the sky, (Po, Prah) It's gon' be a homicide
50 shooters in the cut, 20 duddies in the blunt
Give a f*ck about the opps, we ain't with none of them stunners
He say he playin' a fan, told him to say what he want
Told him to say it again, play around and get shot
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine