[Verse 1]
Buncha grams in the duffel bitch
Growin up all I knew was the hustle bitch
Did alota fuck shit for the fun of it
Street nigga since a youngin' been I been running it
Talk shit then my homies get to gunnin' shit
Real talk we ain't neva fucking running bitch
Need the drugs
Need the money need alot of it
They say life is a gamble but I gotta hit
Buncha zips in the trunk gotta take a trip
I Did alotta flips, I know gymnastics
I gotta good girl yeah she's a bad bitch
Yeah hella bad bitch, I don't do average
I got them grams stashed up in the cabinets
Sticky ass shit gotta wrap it in the plastic
Mel Gibson play the game like a maverick
Niggas wanna cheat they can get there fucking ass kicked
[Hook]
cause imma bad guy
yeah imma motherfucking bad guy [x2]
[Verse 2]
Alota niggas don't like me
Cause I cause controversy like Spike Lee
Had a couple thousand in the Nike
Had a couple hundred in the Reebok
Ya'll reign gonna stop nigga ours not
smoking on that venom call it [?]
Can't wait to pull-up in the car lot
Drop dirty money on a baby blue suede top
Niggas crazy, thinking that they hot
Bitch I'm buzzin but I'm working like a day job
Doing shows niggas hating cause they not
And all my niggas on a roll like a state cop
Flame never gonna die we gon stay hot
Got that California Love like Tupac
You only get one life not two shots
Bitch imma dog but I stay with a cute fox
[Hook]
Cause she like how I'm living