Bad Day (Studio Session Edit) lyrics

[Intro]
Nah
Like a sad face

[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
b*tch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 1]
I'ma stop playin' with 'em
I'ma hit 'em with it
f*ck it, I'ma sock it to 'em
I'ma drip on a b*tch, suck it, suck it, with it
I'ma drip on a b*tch, and that pus*y wetter
Then I kill a pus*y n*gga

[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
$30k off a mixtape, only been three days
b*tch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Refrain]
.30 my ammo, Bathing Ape camo
That lil’ b*tch told me that she from Miami
I f*cked her friend, she said she from Wyoming
They got different state of minds
Money, it don’t fold, count with my eyes closed
Don't try to take it, I shoot with a blindfold
Rollie on mе from a whole different timеzone
Pocket rocket, got it on me like iPhone
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
b*tch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 2]
All I do is win, win, f*ckin’ twins in the back of a Benz, yeah
After that, I may hit on their friends, yeah
I'm alone, nah, I don’t got no friends here
Just me, myself, and I in this Gucci store
Five K for a Gucci coat, b*tch I need like three of those
Five hundred for the blunts I smoke, b*tch I smoke 'bout three of those
This here that Biscotti, that outta-body
Don’t get outta-body, I'll catch a homi’ (Grrah)

[Refrain]
.30 my ammo, Bathing Ape camo
That lil’ b*tch told me that she from Miami
I f*cked her friend, she said she from Wyoming
They got different state of minds
Money, it don’t fold, count with my eyes closed
Don't try to take it, I shoot with a blindfold
Rollie on me from a whole different timezone
Pocket rocket, got it on me like iPhone
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
b*tch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 3]
Look at the cash, I need a hunnid of that
Yeah, get the bag, I put the hunnid's in that
Crack a seal, I need a hunnid of that
Look at the cash, I need a hunnid of that
I need a hunnid of that, yeah
Tour across the world, I got a Hummer for that
Say he wanna shoot, I got a drummer from that
Say he got the loot, n*gga we coming for that
Pull up on him, ooh, we got a gunner for that, yeah
Hungry in the studio, b*tch, I gotta run in for that
Ballin' on these other hoes, I feel like Kobe for that
Feel like Ginobili for that, I need a rollie for that, ayy

[Verse 4]
Face it, I'm too busy pourin' up this purple medication
I don't go out on no days, I'm busy contemplating, waiting
Paper chasin', like a mason, amazement, crack at the basement
Whip it up, for your baby, yeah your baby
Up in Cali' I go crazy, it go brazy
I know n*ggas from the 60's, from the 80's
I know n*ggas from the 40's, Chiraq baby, yeah
Coolin' where it ain't safe, that's my gang, wait
I be where the gangs play, where it ain't safe
Now, I'm in a big house, eatin' big cake
Such a small world, Rollie big-faced
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
b*tch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?