Bad

That how we give it up (that how we give it up) Look Free shoota gang free “…” Still my way or the highway She ain't tryna hold my gun if she ain't my bae I can't trust her she can't go to my place “…” fabric Shit get tragic Im the one dat they call where there static Who want smoke My gang full of addicts Off this chop he get dropped automatic (like yeah) Niggas scared I can see it they heart full of fear Bitches funny they havin affairs I stay to my self I get money and chill In the field Talkin drills I ain't never do it off a pills Me and sheff slidin for the thrill Bitch say that she lovе me that ain't how she feel Let’s bе real If I die, you gone fuck niggas still If I bucked, you gone fuck niggas feel So why would I love on that bitch she a ill I got love for my gun bitch in trust with my steel Steel steel