REAL BAD Lyrics

Heart is a gift and a curse Like I'm Sergio cookin' up shit in the kitchen

Hate that our love got long distance Standin' on my shit like this bitch Wii Fitness

Workin' with that ass that she got a sign on her back

Hey, you hit this

Ridiculous I be wantin' that girl real bad

I be wantin' her world real bad

I'ma get a referral by doin' that

All caught up, why you not runnin' back

All fucked up, new TR bumpin' that

All pumped up to BR lovin' that

Yeah, yeah, yeah I be wantin' that girl real bad

Yeah, yeah, yeah, want her real bad

Notice I be losin' my cool more often

Crossing them boys, big thanks Austin

Be crossing them boys, now they in coffins

He was a problem, felt had to off him

Yeah, yeah, yeah, felt it was necessary

Yeah, yeah, necessary

You hatin' you bitch, ain't worth bein' called my adversary

Gunnin' them down while I give commentary

Your girl fine, she got toothpaste that's flavored berry

Oh shit, way she lick them lips, can make a man reconsider options

how I flip them packs and make some coin turn into dollars

I just flip the switch and got your bitch fuck it, I bought her

I see him trailing know, I let the lamb to the slaughter

I got the opps on me, yeah

I got the opps on me, yeah

I got the gold on fleek, yeah

We be the gold elite, yeah

Heart is a gift and a curse Like I'm Sergio cookin' up shit in the kitchen

Hate that our love got long distance Standin' on my shit like this bitch Wii Fitness

Workin' with that ass that she got a sign on her back

Hey, you hit this

Ridiculous I be wantin' that girl real bad (real bad)

I be wantin' her world real bad (real bad)