BAD Lyrics

Huh, RIP my babies nigga

Free my gangstas out that cell, hold yo head high my baby

And I can beat whoever prices come grab it

I'm Mr. Yeah,yeah

Ayy, huh

I can beat whoever prices come grab it

Mr. Dog a bitch do her bad, Mike Jackson

Words don't impress me, I be movin' off action

I give the green light, you know them boys'll get active

Bitch in my phone tryin' to tell me how my man slid on her

I gave bro the green light to go and crack you

Couple niggas played they little hand

Bitches did some ho shit, it ain't no beef

But I'd never put it past em'

Had to turn it up a notch

Ain't the same roll from last week, this another knot

One thing I learned from these hoes, never trust a thot

When it's smoke, don't be movin' loose, better hug the Glock

I be all around, I'm pullin' up, ain't gotta hug the block

Fuck the small talk, keep it simple, we gon' fuck or not

I don't really wanna know your name, you suck dick or what

Same ones I gave my last to, say I ain't did enough

Let's see how they act if I don't give them nothin

Hit a bitch and leave her

Feds hit the spot, hide the switches and the heaters

Them boys ain't got shit on you, why you snitchin' on your people

Bitch thought I was frontin', had to show her I'm a demon

Make her a believer

Yeah, check your hoe, don't do all that man to man to me, nigga

Call my bluff, I got 10 on me as we speak

Yeah, bro a trick, have him hit your bitch off the flee flicker

Fuck a out of town bitch, can tell that I'm a D, nigga

I get money and go home, really, it, I'm a simple nigga

Baby, I got money to go make, I can't kick it with you

Yeah, you can get a Louis purse, I be trickin' bitches

So many hoes in and out of here, they think I'm pimpin' bitches

Purple jeans, off white, but the strips blue

You ain't got no money, cause you worry what that bitch do

Nigga, I get mad, and see red, get your shit blew(blue)

Fresh as hell grateful I don't look like what I been through, nigga

Had to get my own money, cause I hate to ask

Really hit every nigga, bitch, that den' made me mad

Bitch head so good, almost made me crash

Brody hit them hills, turn to Walter off of Breaking Bad

Tryna calm down, but all that playin', I get on your ass

You ain't got no money, or no hustle, boy you niggas sad

Never had dreams of bein' a rapper, I was flippin' bags

Bitches suck dick, real sloppy when you in that bag

Ayy, and I don't know half these hoes name, I forget to ask

Baby, don't mistake me for no ham, I ain't kissin' ass

It's cool when they do it, when I do it, they be gettin' mad

Ayy, yeah, I can beat whoever prices, come grab it

Mr. Dog a bitch do her bad, Mike Jackson

Words, don't impress me I be moving off action

I give the green light, you know them boys a get active, nigga I ain't gone lie