bad side

Lyrics

, what that is you on, pour it up, where you from, throw it up, bad bitch, bout 4 of em, call chevy tell em we need some more of em, i got 4 bitches in this bitch with me they dead high, bad influence on they life it got me feeling like the bad guy, i run it up my pockets stuffed i count it up make sure the bag right, then put it on your head you ever end up on my bad side, say she don't want no ball player and she don't want no actor, she unbuckled this gucci off me then she fucked a rapper, and then she fucked a trapper told her she caught me on my off day, i still go to the hood i know i'm protected like allstate, smoking dope in the law face give a fuck what the law say, why the hell you in them trenches all day when your new house got a call gate, and all my neighbors black and got them racks this shit here all great, don't fuck with them they all fake no love for me it's all hate, and me and you we a thing i'm a feen for your love it's a drug, i fucked up but so what shit it was what it was, shit it is what it is i can't change how you feel, fuck all the fame and all the chains anti-social before the deal, i'm not social don't need peers so please don't come near, and your bad vibes i don't need them so please don't come here, and i miss all my niggas i need you right here, y'all left me that was selfish this shit i'm taking ain't helping but um, what that is you on, pour it up, where you from, throw it up, bad bitch, bout 4 of em, call chevy tell em we need some more of em, i got 4 bitches in this bitch with me they dead high, bad influence on they life it got me feeling like the bad guy, i run it up my pockets stuffed i count it up make sure the bag right, then put it on your head you ever end up on my bad side, let's go, what that is?, this a perc, i count half a milli now my thumbs hurt, my bitch she so bad, she got another purse, if the money short then i can't make it work, walkin' out the palm beach, i be dead high, little bit of money on his head, he a dead guy, what that is?, pour it up, we forever known to keep a milli, i done went and copped the roll royce, the truck, always swerving 'cause i keep it in my cup, always swerving 'cause she suck me at the red light, went and bought my bitch the new chanel, she keep the head right, what that is you on, pour it up, where you from, throw it up, bad bitch, bout 4 of em, call chevy tell em we need some more of em, i got 4 bitches in this bitch with me they dead high, bad influence on they life it got me feeling like the bad guy, i run it up my pockets stuffed i count it up make sure the bag right, then put it on your head you ever end up on my bad side, never forget about the streets cause we was all in em, 1500 on some sneaks that's just to ball in em, ain't nobody answer for me when i was calling em, and i don't go to graveyards even though my dawg in it, wonder if i told you a secret would you keep it, if i told you to leave me would you leave me, wild child