Bad Days Lyrics[Intro]
Ain't no way around when you look at a crew
And you can look at who the boss then you got the wrong boss
He ain't thinking right and he ain't moving right
When you look at me and my homies you don't know who doing what when you see me and my homies run up a tab
That's a fact
Remember all the times
We was cutting shit to send it out of town
Spot hot gotta get off the hound
Real street hold up a hundred thousand
Miss me with the bad days
I was down on my ass until the bag came
Thirty thousand now we mad paid
We get off the road now this rollie fully blown
Money gotta throw this shit
Bithces know we really up these niggas know its lit
Rich on instagram we got ownership
The type of bag to get his brother and is broadie hit
Two forty
Caught a million ke when we as on the boat (kiki)
Thinking about the bad days
I was down for a minute then that bag came
Them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
I put that on everything I got bad grades
I can flex on any nigga
Thinking about the bad days
I can flex on a nigga I got cash saved
Million dollars cash I stack different
That's why you act like different
Plus I really rap this
We just motivated put a rollie on each arm
Put them toys off that fetty in the hood
So much money in the o we gotta boycott
Five thousand every
Selling beans like bean sigel
I can't see
Niggas plotting everyday so I can keep it on me
You was fucking with them
Put the reaper on me
Them hoes used to laugh
(Gangsta Grillz)
We got homies that ain't got nothing
It don't look good
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