Down Bad (Remix) [Life / I Could Tell]* lyrics

[Intro: Baby Jamo]
[?]
Hey my shoes laced [?] shoes
Hey Tall Wall, hey, and I got the best shoes
I ain't got no Js though I'm rocking, b*tch I'm rocking, oh I'm rocking Gucci
[?] (This is Petro Gang)

[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, n*gga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem (Huncho)
n*gga I could sit on your house, n*gga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf*cking storm
n*gga I done ran up my racks, n*gga I'm busting 12 I'm motherf*cking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no f*cking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
n*gga she think that I'm sweet, n*gga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails

[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
Might get her some [?] we hitting up Roofs
And I'm knocking her off I knocked off her [?]
n*gga I'm a motherf*cking bully, n*gga I'm a [?] she f*cking on poodles
[?] her friend she ugly as sh*t
That n*gga still going and trying give her uh
That n*gga still going and trying give her di*k and them n*ggas still going they tryna just trick
I ain't catching [?] yeah I ain't f*cking with [?]
Might f*ck her in Cali I ran up a bag
Stuff that [?] n*gga he ain't tryna die he keep getting tagged
n*gga we leaving these n*ggas, just like Biggs, n*gga we leaving 'em sad
Let me get a Q-Tip clear my ears, who going band for band? (This is Petro Gang)
[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, n*gga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem (Huncho)
n*gga I could sit on your house, n*gga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf*cking storm
n*gga I done ran up my racks, n*gga I'm busting 12 I'm motherf*cking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no f*cking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
n*gga she think that I'm sweet, n*gga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails (This is Petro Gang)

[Verse 2: Moneyset Twin]
She think that I'm sweet I'ma pay for her feet
I've been f*cking [?]
I've been dropping off bombs when I'm back up the street
I've been popping them doors making n*ggas receipt
I'm still hopping out cars making n*ggas retreat
We still hopping out cars man them n*ggas in trouble
We be dropping off bombs like we come out the huddle
Spin the 'Dise off the early I'ma run through that [?]

[Verse 3: Yung Threat]
Yung Threat the war vet' n*gga, damn, uh, yeah, man
We still hopping out cars man them n*ggas in trouble [?] I'm riding with [?]
I'm f*cking up [?] puzzle
We 'bout to spin [?]
...
[?] got hit in his leg
I'm smoking on Brodie 'cause that n*gga dead
[?] I might go out [?]
[?] city [?]
[?] chest I ain't aim for his head
[?]
[Verse 4: Yung Dizzy]
My life like a movie [?] Tubi
She heard that I rap now the b*tch wanna do me
[?] bringing that sh*t any block any day
Give a f*ck where you from I'll spin anywhere
I'm smoking on [?] his ass got chased
Long live lil' Buddy got hit in his face
I'm a young Belt Boy n*ggas know how I do
I'm a real [?] make sh*t go poof
My [?] speaking on [?]
I'm popping my door I ain't shooting out the roof (Huncho)