ALL BAD
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Ya that shit's clean bro
And I'm on CC
And I'm, And I'm
And I'm comin' for the 3 peat
That sound like
And I feel
And I feel like CP3
Yeah, yeah
Aye bitch you think you're all bad or what?
I'm badder than fuck
If you lookin' for me, I be in the cut
Packs in my backpack on the city bus
Ain't nobody ever make it from the city but
If there was a chance, then it probably would be us
You think you're all bad or what?
You think you're all bad or what?
Everybody in the city, always lookin' at me like
You think you're all bad or what?
I took your hyna, are you mad or what?
Pee-pee hearted, are you sad or what?
And then you ask me, if you think I'm all bad
And I'm like, bitch, I'm badder than fuck
I got Theraflu, cause they know I'm all sick
Even on the outside, they know that I'm all in
I'm just tryna get with you and them, baby
Then I leave my mark like a Lobo Louis paw print
I'ma do my dance, Guac Walk what you call this?
Plug said he fresh out of work, like he called in
And I ain't talkin' bout drugs, I'm talkin' bout love
Just like September, I'm fallin'
And I don't care what no baddie say
I just got her cross-legged, like she playin' patty cake
Yeah, I got a girl who like girls, and that girl said
Where the girls at? And they yellin', over thaddie way
If you lookin' for me, I be in the cut
Packs in my backpack on the city bus
Ain't nobody ever make it from the city but
If there was a chance, then it probably would be us
You think you're all bad or what?
You think you're all bad or what?
Everybody in the city, always lookin' at me like
You think you're all bad or what?
Look, when that pressure on, I can never budge
Middle finger to the haters, can't forget the judge
I always hold my own, but never hold a grudge
They be hatin' just because I'm at they head like a brush
I gotta watch my back, and I gotta watch the front
Niggas want that smoke to they get mixed with these runts
Ain't about a dollar, then what we gon' discuss
They couldn't keep me down, now they mad I'm goin' up
I hear it all the time, you think you all bad or what?
No one made it from the city, but you know it's gon' be us
Shawty on my line, said she tryin' to keep in touch
She a eater and a munch, she wanna leave for brunch
Man, she thick as hell with all that junk in her trunk
I fuck her like I love her, like I ain't seen her in months
I hit her like a blunt, I had her tappin' out
Got my foot on they neck, bro, ask around
They was laughin' then, but they ain't laughin' now
I be schoolin' these rappers, no cap, no gown
Had to get it out the mud, and off the ground
On the road to riches, and I took the money route
I be bag chasin', I need a big amount
I'ma cash out before I ever crash out
All money in and no money out
Had to hustle like I'm Nip, just to make it out
I'm from Albuquerque where you know it go down
Had to hit Santa Fe, with Alexx Cloud
I just hit the Za, and now I'm on the clouds
You think you're all bad, yeah, like a stepchild
Couldn't walk in my shoes, not even walk a mile
Don't let the smile fool you, I'll hawk you down
Ain't talkin' about the money, what we talkin' about
We be outside while you be in the house, gang
If you lookin' for me, I be in the cut
Packs in my backpack on the city bus
Ain't nobody ever make it from the city but
If there was a chance, then it probably would be us
You think you're all bad or what?
You think you're all bad or what?
Everybody in the city, always lookin' at me like
You think you're all bad or what?