Bad Guy

I got all these racks inside my jeans I can bring that bag out

I be sippin' this lean so much get drowsy and I pass out

Aint no more Honda Benz or Bentley when I back out

A friendly fuck Aint tryna' cuff her pull them pants down yeah

Got to much up my sleeve all this money got me T'd

Having visions of the bottom can't go back to dirty T's

If he speaking on my name we spin his block until he bleed

Baby momma causing problems my new bitch got foreign genes

Brand new bankroll in my pocket bust and splitten' at the seams

And I aint got no time to waist I got to many mouths to feed

Niggas' cap like they on go and I can smell the Summer's Eve