Listen to Bad Day (feat. Millyz) by Chris Webby

Bad Day (feat. Millyz)

Chris Webby

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Webby
Chris Webby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Webby
Chris Webby
Songwriter
Jake Anthony Procanik
Jake Anthony Procanik
Songwriter
Brian Joseph Eisner
Brian Joseph Eisner
Songwriter
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
Pallma Crouch
Pallma Crouch
Songwriter
Kyle Robert Crosby English
Kyle Robert Crosby English
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian "Nox Beatz" Eisner
Brian "Nox Beatz" Eisner
Mixing Engineer
JP on Da Track
JP on Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

I don't fuck around, better ask about me Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie (whoof) I don't fuck around, better ask about me (whoof) Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me (whoof) If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie From the bottom of nothin' (bottom of nothin') I got it from hustlin' (I got it from trappin') Now I got these bands on me (I got these bands) A lot of percussion (a lot of percussion) Stick got the drum on it (yeah, drum) Beat, I go dumb on it (whoa, dumb) Wrist, blew a dub on it, she wanna rub on it Yeah, wait, they not gon' touch me (no), you can trust me They be so hateful, I'm livin' lovely I'm servin' custies, haters disgust me I know they pussy, they bleed on 'em monthly (yeah) I'm where the funds be, thumbin' through blue bands (yeah) Swervin' the blue Benz, I don't do new friends Hop in the coupe and I do like two-ten (whoa) (two-ten) I do like two-ten (yeah, yeah, yeah) I pop up with Webby, Glock with a dezzy Aim at your brain, it turn to confetti I feel like Tony, eatin' spaghetti (Tony) Shooters like Pauly, all of 'em deadly (whoa) Truck got a Hemi, ballin', no hesi' All of this ice, she callin' me Gretzky (yeah) She wanna sext me, wet like a jet-ski (jet-ski) She wet like a jet-ski (ayy) Blanco Bronco (yeah), I just cashed a big check Fuck my P.O, I ain't takin' no more piss tests (I ain't doin' that no more) Yeah, I just did like ten shows out in the Midwest (Chicago, Detroit, Ohio) I know it hurt to see me blow, I know they big stezz (yeah) Fuck it, I'm runnin' to town Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down Countin' this money, a wonderful sound (whoa) They hate that I'm up, no wonder they down (yeah) Yeah, fuck it, I'm runnin' to town Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down The blick got a beam, I'm gunnin' 'em down Grr, boom, whoa, ayy I don't fuck around, better ask about me Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie (whoof) I don't fuck around, better ask about me (whoof) Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me (whoof) If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie Yeah, I'm not the type to try to start a problem (nah) Just the type to molly-whop 'em when it's on and poppin' (baow) Karate choppin' your noggin', feel like a bomb is droppin' (ha) I'm catchin' bodies like Gotti, I need a Johnny Cochran (woo) Acquitted easily, see me just walkin' freely Out the court while the prosecutor swearin' he should've beat me (ha-ha) 'Cause if it's wartime, ain't no need for no peace treaty I'll kill your career, ask Lil Xan if you don't believe me I mean it, see, my ride wasn't scenic I crash and burn in the ashes daily and rise like the phoenix This life of luxury cost me, and now this money I'm seein' Is nothin' but them big Ms, yeah, the ones with the prenups I got a couple of demons and they on both of my shoulders (boo) Pushin' with they pitchforks down the road of a soldier Heart as cold as the polar, and still I shoulder these boulders All while I hold my composure and never fold 'til it's over Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Listen, I'll show y'all somethin' Pen hit the pad, I know y'all runnin' Step in the booth like Omar comin' So if y'all come for the phone, y'all buggin' Yeah, I'm just a regular guy Here for my piece of American pie Crazy, but really my therapist tried I don't fuck around, yeah, yeah I don't fuck around, better ask about me Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie (whoof) I don't fuck around, better ask about me (whoof) Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me (whoof) If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day, that's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie That's a promise, homie
Writer(s): Brian Joseph Eisner, Pallma Crouch, Christian Webster, Myles Hadley Lockwood, Jake Procanik, Kyle Robert Crosby English Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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