Got It Bad Lyrics

Rip the paper tags, I might snatch it off the lot and rip the paper tags

Yeah, swear I got it bad…yeah

I mix Gucci with the Prada yeah I got it bad

We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs

Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag

I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags

Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash

Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags

Was hittin licks inside a stolo now it's first class

Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back

(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees

Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys

Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges

I put diamonds on my pendant, got bugs bunny carrots in it

Yeah I wanna confess my sins but I'm still selling drugs so I can't repent

(Yeah) He ain't even know we had a drac behind this five percent tint

If I get caught wit all this here you know the charge gone be intent

Fuck it I weighed out all the options and I'm still gone take the risk yeah

I mix Gucci wit the Prada yeah I got it bad

We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs

Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag

I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags

Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash

Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags

Was hitting licks inside a stolo now it's first class

Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back

(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees

Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys

Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges

I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it (yeah)

Yeah I got it bad, swear I got it bad

I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it