Worst Kinda n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
My n*gga, money make the— money—
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
—world go 'round
Fact, fact (BangThatsh*t)

[Chorus]
I'm the worst kinda n*gga, man, I be f*ckin' up with the best hoes
Man, I can show you how to make a b*tch hate you, man, it won't take long
Man, I ain't talkin' 'bout pickin' up my brother, I get pesos
Man, and I try to f*ck every b*tch I meet, man, I don't play roles

[Verse 1]
Man, hoes worse than n*ggas, matter fact, hoes is n*ggas
Pay attention, n*gga, your mama wasn't sh*t, you just ain't get it
My n*gga, my mama was at work, I was in the streets without a sitter
Doin' some sh*t I wasn't supposed to, ask the hood, they remember
Ayy, man, it be crazy how these hoes end up hatin' my guts
When it was dumb on my di*k, I wasn't even tryna f*ck
My n*gga, I be in the mall doin' my thing, they like, "Damn, is he signed or what?"
Probably warm me up three hundred, grab a Mase truck
My problem is I love everybody, my n*ggas call it friendly
My problem is I'll shoot everybody, it don't even make a difference
The car be bouncin' when I get in 'cause I be ridin' with my midget
This baby AR should've been and you got served, it get b*tches
sh*t, I be makin' money fast, but I be losin' hoes quicker
sh*t, I don't cry, I be wavin' tellin' hoes, "Good riddance"
Can't really trip over a b*tch, ain't even say bye to my n*gga
Man, hoes think they know me already, I can't show 'em I'm different
[Chorus]
I'm the worst kinda n*gga, man, I be f*ckin' up with the best hoes
Man, I can show you how to make a b*tch hate you, man, it won't take long
Man, I ain't talkin' 'bout pickin' up my brother, I get pesos
Man, and I try to f*ck every b*tch I meet, man, I don't play roles

[Verse 2]
Man, I get in my feelings and take two of them Percocets, n*gga
That's why I don't miss nobody
Man, my dog in the field, ridin' behind tint, he tryin' not to miss nobody
He said, "Be quiet", he shoot better ridin' in silence
She like, "You always in the crib", I'm savin' my energy for beef
Street n*gga, wouldn't have had my crib on MTV
She always say that pus*y wet, I was just tryna see
End up f*ckin' her every day for like fifty-two weeks
My n*gga, money make the— money—
n*gga, money make the world go 'round
n*gga, Wack Jumper, jumper good, can shoot from out of bounds
These bad— bad—
These bad b*tches love f*ckin' with me
The 'cat buzzin' like a hornet, I'm damn near on a team
Man, all these hoes want a n*gga with that cheese
I like hoes who be thinkin' just like me
Man, sometimes I don't say a word, she give me neck while I be asleep
Baby was ridin' like a song before she heard me on a beat
[Chorus]
I'm the worst kinda n*gga, man, I be f*ckin' up with the best hoes
Man, I can show you how to make a b*tch hate you, man, it won't take long
Man, I ain't talkin' 'bout pickin' up my brother, I get pesos
Man, and I try to f*ck every b*tch I meet, man, I don't play roles
I'm the worst kinda n*gga, man, I be f*ckin' up with the best hoes
Man, I can show you how to make a b*tch hate you, man, it won't take long
Man, I ain't talkin' 'bout pickin' up my brother, I get pesos
Man, and I try to f*ck every b*tch I meet, man, I don't play roles