Going Bad (feat. Drake)

Yeah

Wheezy outta here

Back home, smoking legal (Legal)

I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)

Foreign shit running on diesel, dog

Playing with my name, that shit is lethal, dog (Who you see, what?)

Don Corleone

Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (It's not)

Everybody acting like they know me, dog

Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)

Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)

You asked to see the boss so they sent me, dog (Sent me, dog)

I just broke her off with a ten-piece, dog (Ten-piece, dog)

That ain't nothing, I'm just being friendly, dog

It's just a lil' ten-piece for her

Just to blow it in the mall

Doesn't mean that we involved

I just, what? I just, uh

Put a Richard on the card

I ain't grow up playing ball

But I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it

If you really wanna ball till you fall

When your back against the wall

And a bunch a **** need you to go away

Still going bad on 'em anyway

Saw you last night but did it broad day

Yeah, lotta Murakami in the hallway (What?)

Got a sticky, and I keep it at my dog's place

Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade

Still going bad on you anyway

Whoa, whoa, woo, whoa

Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like eighty racks in my Amiri's (Eighty racks)

Me and Drizzy back to back, it's getting scary (Back to back)

If you fucking with my odds it's don't come near me (Get outta my way)

Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt)

Whoa, Richard Mille cost a Lambo (Cost a Lambo)

Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)

Every time I'm in my trap I move like Rambo (Extended)

Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go, for real (That's a Fendi)

She said, "Oh, you rich-rich?" (You rich-rich)

Bitch, I graduated call me 'Big Fish' (Marlin)

I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That's Lori)

That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story)

Uh

I been had my way outchere, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)

You ain't living that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)

You ain't gotta ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)

DC-OVO we back again, we going plat' (Woo, woo)

It's just a lil' ten-piece for her

Just to blow it in the mall

Doesn't mean that we involved

I just, what? I just, uh

Put a Richard on the card

I ain't grow up playing ball

But I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it

If you really wanna ball till you fall

When your back against the wall

And a bunch a **** need you to go away

Still going bad on 'em anyway

Saw you last night but did it broad day