Do Badz lyrics

[Intro]
(Turn that up, Young Madz)
(Young Madz)
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[Chorus]
Druggie B, doin' bad, n*gga stole from a fan
Why the f*ck you ain't givin' no- (Money!)
And you thought that was funny?
He got shot, but he still movin' bummy
And that's the same n*gga that better run from me
He got shot, that sh*t on a bunny
How you rob your fan for a couple of 20's?
Is you?- (Grahh, grahh)

[Verse 1]
Trooper n*ggas on DOA di*k, yeah, they ain't even crip
And you f*ck with them n*ggas you shot
But ask Sally Blu, what happened right after that situation on my block?
And C Blu, you never did show, stop lying on Nas
Remember that day, it was right on the Rey
[?]
Like, n*gga, I'm tired of these n*ggas lying, like they know wassup
J Money, you know my body, that n*gga [?], got shot (pus*y)
Like what? Y'all n*ggas-
I had y'all n*ggas runnin' down on 161
n*gga, I really do what I want
n*gga, If I catch [?], yeah he done
[Bridge]
(When I catch you Ricky, Ricky when I catch you Ricky)

[Verse 2]
Grahh, grahh
With this [?], [?] like the last one
Got a beam on a stick, [?]
I catch that lil' n*gga Crooklyn, or BMGUpperclass
Then n*ggas go in a casket
What the f*ck is y'all doing reacting?
pus*y, them n*ggas don't make it happen'
Sha EK did bad, he sold his watch
So I know these n*ggas be cappin'

[Bridge]
Turn me up (Suck my di*k)
Grah, grah

[Verse 3]
What the f*ck do these lil' n*ggas do?
Free Kay Flock, and I upped one too
When he come home, we gon' do him like DooWop
Notti died, he got me in that mood
In the party lookin' for the Goons
Like, OYK, we don't f*ck with them dudes
All the opps, [?] diss all my deads, brody gon' die with them too
Fun fact, n*gga shot with them too
Catch C Blu, we gettin' a drop at him too
f*ck that, these n*ggas know what I do
b*tch, I up that, they better duck by the Goons
n*gga, DD Osama keep dissin', he never did sh*t but just talk on the net
Word to my dead, next n*gga who talk on my name, gon' be the next n*gga who dead
This a message for all of the opps, n*ggas never outside when we slide through the Jet
All of my opps really broke, and they don't got no money
I'm 'bout to put a bag on they head
[Chorus]
Druggie B, doin' bad, n*gga stole from a fan
Why the f*ck you ain't givin' no- (Money!)
And you thought that was funny?
He got shot, but he still movin' bummy
And that's the same n*gga that better run from me
He got shot, that sh*t on a bunny
How you rob your fan for a couple of 20's?
Is you?- (Grahh, grahh)

[Outro]
Suck my di*k, go get back n*gga
f*ck is you talking 'bout, n*gga?
n*ggas is pus*y, n*gga
n*ggas know what I do, man