Bad Day lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma turn his good day to a f*ckin' bad day
Smoke your dead homies, lay them n*ggas in an ashtray
You a phony god, when we rock, we young bratz, ay
4k on a bad day, .40 gon' make it clap

[Chorus]
Welcome to the trap, n*gga where your mask?
Bro bro gotta blast, should've seen his body bags
You don't want smoke with a n*gga like me, I'ma leave your ass down and bad (Bad)
When it get tough, pus*y n*gga don't flock, I'ma leave the kid on his ass

[Refrain]
b*tch I'm drippin' like a faucet (Huh)
I keep rivals in my closet (Huh)
n*ggas talkin' real good on the internet, we know they won't solve it
I touch your hoe, Randy Mossin', tuck, you n*ggas tryin' your luck (Okay)
Back in eighth grade, hid the blick in the safe, make a n*gga knuck wide if he buck (Goddamn)
I told these pus*y f*ck n*ggas behave, 'fore I'm takin' this b*tch out to trump
I keep a switch, and I keep me a blade, you want smoke, I put that in your lungs (Uh huh)
n*gga roleplay, you and choppa gon' date, I'm the coolest kid under the sun (Okay)
Trapped in my ways, got me trapped in a maze, real n*gga, he really a bum (Dumb ass)
Trapped in the six, with a mac and a di*k, ATL b*tches gurgle my c*m (What else?)
n*ggas talk words out they ass, leave a n*gga head shot with this motherf*ckin' pump
You rap n*ggas really need guidance
Lil' bro better hoop 'fore i tell him to jump
You don't four in this b*tch, bringin' violence
Lil' bro seen me hurt, fallin' back is a must alright
[Chorus]
I'ma turn his good day to a f*ckin' bad day
Smoke your dead homies, lay them n*ggas in an ashtray
You a phony god, when we rock, we young bratz, aye
4k on a bad day, .40 gon' make it clap
Welcome to the trap, n*gga where your mask?
Bro bro gotta blast, should've seen his body bags
You don't want smoke with a n*gga like me, I'ma leave your ass down and bad (Bad)
When it get tough, pus*y n*gga don't flock, I'ma leave the kid on his ass

[Refrain]
b*tch I'm drippin' like a faucet (Huh)
I keep rivals in my closet (Huh)
n*ggas talkin' real good on the internet, we know they won't solve it
I touch your hoe, Randy Mossin', tuck, you n*ggas tryin' your luck (Okay)
Back in eighth grade, hid the blick in the safe, make a n*gga knuck wide if he buck (Goddamn)
I told these pus*y f*ck n*ggas behave, 'fore I'm takin' this b*tch out to trump
I keep a switch, and I keep me a blade, you want smoke, I put that in your lungs (Uh huh)
n*gga roleplay, you and choppa gon' date, I'm the coolest kid under the sun (Okay)
Trapped in my ways, got me trapped in a maze, real n*gga, he really a bum (Dumb ass)
Trapped in the six, with a mac and a di*k, ATL b*tches gurgle my c*m (What else?)
n*ggas talk words out they ass, leave a n*gga head shot with this motherf*ckin' pump
You rap n*ggas really need guidance
Lil' bro better hoop 'fore i tell him to jump
You don't four in this b*tch, bringin' violence
Lil' bro seen me hurt, fallin' back is a must alright
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma turn his good day to a f*ckin' bad day
Smoke your dead homies, lay them n*ggas in an ashtray
You a phony god, when we rock, we young bratz, ay
4k on a bad day, .40 gon' make it clap

[Chorus]
Welcome to the trap, n*gga where your mask?
Bro bro gotta blast, should've seen his body bags
You don't want smoke with a n*gga like me, I'ma leave your ass down and bad (Bad)
When it get tough, pus*y n*gga don't flock, I'ma leave the kid on his ass