Bad Guy

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