Bad sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Frah, frah
Frah, frah
Frah frah

[Chorus]
Like, I'm bout to get mad again (On bro)
I hear disses, but nobody clapping it (Nobody clapping it)
Free-Free Savage, they know who the savage is
We in that park, two deep tryna clap again (Word to my deads)
Stay protected cause no, I ain't average (Uh huh)
I'm [?] three, the one they tryna clap and sh*t
They don't wanna beef with a n*gga, we steady be blitzing that block on some Madden sh*t

[Verse]
Smoke the Mali and mix with the Pizzle (Mali)
They both died before they hit the spittle
Playing both sides, it was never an issue
I bet you we clap the monkеy in the middle
Like [?], kick it to mе, he too little
Had to shoot my shot before I got the dribble (Baow, baow)
Linking with the Ville was never beneficial, when you die, them n*ggas not gonna miss you (Wooo K)
Grah, now we up in Garvey, pressing, I'm tryna see red dressing
Blue-blue dot on a n*gga intestines, we tryna score, we don't care if they freshman
Every trip on they strip, we go flexing, and hopefully they get the message
If they don't watch how my ooters strectching, blessing, I be outside with my Wesson
Rah, and we got a whole lot of trooping to do if we wanna catch up to you?
Never, I'mma show you how we hoop, cause if we catch a bunny hopper, he go poof (Word to my deads)
Before I ever hit the booth, I was on that block, getting into my groove
Free ooter, they know how I move, Dah Dah almost died with that lil deuce-deuce
See everyone flexing they handouts (Uh huh)
And then I see some n*ggas ran out (On bro)
It's too many ways to get paper so I'mma keep trapping and giving these grams out (Word to my deads)
We got [?] for that Chevy so kick it to me and be prepared to walk the bands out
Get cheese, the number one plan now, so [?] pop out on the block with my tan out (Grah grah, boom)
On the rock cause you was having ep outs
You was smoking K2 in that jailhouse (Word to my dead, n*gga)
And you was up in that precinct answering them questions, motherf*ckin Mickey Mouse
In the X, every trip with my sitchy out, free Gotti, he know how we get around
I gotta get up and get to it, gotta keep it moving, I could never sit around
And I don't give a f*ck if a b*tch cheat, I got opps I'm tryna leave 6 feet
Me tripping over shoes, they know how I move, I make sure the b*tch eat (Word to my deads n*gga)
f*cked the b*tch, then I [?], I move frisky (Uh huh), I'm outside and they never get with me (At all)
I'm with Jay Spazz in the hotty, we both toting Curry so that equals 60

[Chorus]
Grah, like, I'm bout to get mad again (On bro)
I hear disses, but nobody clapping it (Nobody clapping it)
Free-Free Savage, they know who the savage is
We in that park, two deep tryna clap again (Word to my deads)
Stay protected cause no, I ain't average (Uh huh)
I'm [?] three, the one they tryna clap and sh*t (They know who I am n*gga)
They don't wanna beef with a n*gga, we steady be blitzing that block on some Madden sh*t