Bad Guy Lyrics

You need a nigga like me, just to point your fuckin' fingers at

Once I make a hundred million cash, bitch, I'm done with rap

Pull up to your bitch crib with my wood out like a lumberjack

Cougar bitch, her pussy wet like rain, I call her Thundercat

You can hear, everything I'm saying, this ain't no mumble rap

Glock 17 with the switch and the drum attached

Speaking on my name, just know a hundred shots, it come with that

Dior with that Gucci shit on, yeah, I like to mix and match

Palm Angels jogging suit on, riding in this Demon

Told you hoes I'm here to stay, before I made that Willie Beamon

Sitting at the round table, this a real nigga meeting

Once I get the S550, fuck it, go grab me a Beamer

Once I go get me the Beamer, might as well go grab a Tesla

Yeah, my plug show me love, he keep frontin' me them extras

Ridin' with this kill tech, bitch, this ain't no regular weapon

Niggas post they shit up on the gram, I use mine for protection

Even though I hit you once, you still part of my collection

Smokin' dope and sippin' lean, bitch, ain't no bottles in my section

If he reach, I gotta teach, so watch me show his ass a lesson

Shootin' shit like Call of Duty, we ain't fightin' like it's Tekken

Drive the whip like Need for Speed, bitch, you ain't bleedin' how I bleed

Roll Biscotti in the fronto leaf, this ain't no regular weed

Tell that lil' bitch, keep the coochie baby, get up on your knees

Hall of Fame with the mouth game, use all throat, don't use no teeth

Cut a nigga throat about them bills, but I ain't no Kodak

Yeah, my whip white, but my ho black, been that nigga way before rap

You with the shits? Yeah, for sure that

You cross me once then, bitch I'm on that

Niggas stuck up in the past, that's why they steady postin' throwbacks bitch

You need a nigga like me, just to point your fuckin' fingers at

Once I make a hundred million cash, bitch, I'm done with rap

Pull up to your bitch crib with my wood out like a lumberjack

Cougar bitch, her pussy wet like rain, I call her Thundercat

You can hear, everything I'm saying, this ain't no mumble rap

Glock 17 with the switch and the drum attached

Speaking on my name, just know a hundred shots, it come with that

Dior with that Gucci shit on, yeah, I like to mix and match