Bad News

I just got a bad phone call, bad news

Isolate myself and headin' to the back room

Just to let some steam off, I got a write

If I stay around all these niggas in this bitch, then I'ma fight

I done fought so many times in one week, I didn't write

I been staying up late night thinking 'bout life

I really wanna buy you anything that you like

But do you like me or is it the fame you like?

I had a bad phone call

I heard that my nigga done got roped off, what's the word?

Yeah, you saying that you ridin', and it sound like you do

But I know you ain't ridin', you be lying like you do

I know what's up with you, know I'm that nigga in the streets

You wanted me stuck with you

I had a plan B and C, that's a couple two

And if B don't work then I'm going straight to C

And if C don't work, then I'm dropping straight B

Was trying to stop switching route, I had to retie

Fuck nigga, your rap gang already need to retie

Including you, I had so many niggas trying to reach out

They ain't fuck with me but now they on they knees now, haha

Why these rap niggas so funny to me?

Remember I was the underdog but now they underneath me

Ain't nobody give me shit but a cold shoulder

If I wasn't who I was today, I would have froze though

And these bitches ain't gon' rock they ain't go no mode

Hotboii you should've just listened to what your bros told you

Yeah, I know I see the ways as I grow older

I like my bitches hot as me push it with no odor

Hotboii you got that float boy

And you know all these niggas gon' bite, you already know boy

It's a whole lot of piranhas in the O boy

And if this rap shit don't work then I'm on dope boy

I been thinkin' 'bout my future, and it's been lookin bright

Facetime me that pussy, what it looking like?

If you was ridin' past a nigga you'd be trippin' right

Baby girl that cut me deep with a butcher knife

Look left then right before you cross a nigga up

They gon' let this rap shit come and boss a nigga up

Hope that pussy ain't too tight with me then I'ma need some more

Lil' green bitch, I don't know how I bless you with the sun

You asleep, I was in the booth for round two some

You would think I got ADHD, I'm always doing some

But I wasn't doing nothin', countin' money while I'm doin' her

She know I'm a dog to beat a bone and a I'ma chew it up (yeah)

Label me abusive, 'cause I beat the clock too

Right before the buzzer bullets fly, shall I drop two?

Why I gotta go hard? 'Cause I'm not you I got to

Baby, if you hang around the thots, you a thot too

I like to be chopped, screwed

Just so I can feel it out your mind, but I don't chat, boo

She just wanna kick it, hold me down

Had her holdin' up, but she couldn't wait a minute

That's the same bitch, when I was hittin' it, I was stayin' in it (stayin' in it)

Ho, I got you litty (got you litty, yeah)

Don't ever forget it (don't ever forget it)

Everything happen for a reason (it do)

I'ma ball out four season