I'm on bad time

Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine

Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high

Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time

Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes

Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide

Why he runnin? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah

Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah

Wassup bae?

Pull up to the city and the bitches showin' love bae

Ridin' in the city in a big black truck bae

I don't show no pity to them ****, I'm like yuck, aye

Where the cups at? 'Cause I'm tryna pour up right now

Outside with the gang, I'm catchin' dubs right now

Bitch I'm outside with the gang, we at the club right now

They not fuckin' with the gang they know it's up right now

She gon' pull up on me, I get sucked right down

Bitch I'm 'bout that action, I'm a verb not a noun

She got all that ass, got the fattest in the town, tryna take her down

She play all my songs, yeah she like it, she want Davyn now

Money in my bank account

Bad hoe, I'mma take her down

No cape, I won't save her now

Hello when I hit it, bow

Just like B Lou

Lame ass **** won't be you

I died and came back like I'm Sifu

Bad hoe she like sea food

She like"Damn, I see you"

I'm on bad time

Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine

Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high

Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time

Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes

Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide

Why he runnin? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah

Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah