Goin Bad

(Ooh, flip, mmh)

She wanna fuck with the movement

Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man

Come to my block, we got movement

We got guap now, like a old man

This ain't props now, this a full mag

What you want now? Life in your hands

Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"

All this guap now, bitch, I need four hands

All these chops now, bitch, I need four hands

On the block now, here we go again

All these thots now, here we go again

New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin', bih

Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big

Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad

Bitches love me on my theme song

Ho butt fat, I just might praise on

I know you don't like us, better say so

Bitch, my pockets look like Faizon

She gon' eat me like it's Days Gone

She gon' eat me like the plate warm

I been sippin' red, this ain't no saison

Zeros on me like I'm Dre Moore

Sippin' red, this ain't no Elmo

Stripes on me, this shit like velcro

I'm like, we get high, but could you build more?

We too high, but could you build more?

You wan' touch me? That's a hell no

We gon' put 'em up, then we peel off

She so bad, think she not real, ho

I'ma fuck that lil' bitch real good

(Ooh, flip, mmh)

She wanna fuck with the movement

Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man

Come to my block, we got movement

We got guap now, like a old man

This ain't props now, this a full mag

What you want now? Life in your hands

Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"

All this guap now, bitch, I need four hands

All these chops now, bitch, I need four hands

On the block now, here we go again

All these thots now, here we go again

New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin' bih

Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big

Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad

Bitches love me on my theme song

(Yeah, praise on, frah)

(Say so, frah)

(Days gone, oh)

(Plate warm, hmm)

(Saison, woah)