Bad Day
Millyz, Chris Webby
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I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie From the bottom of nothin' (bottom of nothin') I got it from hustlin' (I got it from trappin') Now I got these bands on me (now I got these bands) A lot of percussion (a lot of percussion) Stick out the drum on it (yeah, drum) Beat, I go dumb on it (welcome) Wrist, blew a dub on it, she wanna rub on it Yeah, wait, they not gon' touch me (no) You can trust me They be so hateful, I'm livin' lovely (facts) I'm servin' custy's, haters disgust me I know they pussy, they bleed on 'em monthly I'm where the funds be, we thumbin' through blue bands Swerve in a blue Benz, I don't do new friends (facts) Hop in the coupe and I do like two-ten (whoa, yeah) I was like wait, ten I pop up with Webby, Glock with a Dezzy Aim at your brain, it turn to confetti I feel like Tony E and spaghetti (Tony) Shooters like Pauly, all of 'em deadly Truck got a Hemi, ballin', no hesi' All of this ice, she callin' me Gretzky She wanna sext me, wet like a jet ski (jet ski) She wet like a jet ski (ayy) Bankroll blanco (yeah) I just cashed a big check F*ck my P.O., I ain't takin' no more piss tests (I ain't doin' that no more) Yeah, I just did like ten shows out in the Midwest (Chicago) I know it hurt to see me blow, I know they big stress (yeah, yeah) F*ck it, I'm runnin' to town Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down Countin' this money, a wonderful sound They hate that I'm up, no wonder they down Yeah, f*ck it, I'm runnin' to town Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down The blick got a beam, I'm gunnin' 'em down (Grrt, boom, woo, ayy) I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie Yeah, I'm not the type to try to start a problem (nah) Just the type to molly-whop 'em when it's on and poppin' (baow) Karate choppin' your noggin', feel like a bomb is droppin' I'm catchin' bodies like Gotti, I need a Johnny Cochran (woo) Acquitted easily, see me just walkin' freely Out the court while the prosecutor swearin' he shoulda beat me (haha) 'Cause if it's war time, ain't no need for no peace treaty I'll kill your career, ask Lil Xan if you don't believe me I mean it, see my ride wasn't scenic I crash and burn in the ashes daily and rise like the Phoenix This life of luxury cost me And now this money I'm seein' is nothin' but them big M's Yeah, the ones with the peanuts I got a couple of demons and they on both of my shoulders Pushin' with they pitchforks down the road of a soldier Heart as cold as the polar And still I shoulder these boulders All while I hold my composure and never fold 'til it's over Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Listen, I'll show y'all somethin' Pen hit the pad, I know y'all runnin' Step in the booth like Omar comin' So if y'all come for the phone, y'all buggin' Yeah, I'm just a regular guy Here for my piece of American pie Crazy but really my therapist tried I don't f*ck around, yeah, yeah I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie I don't f*ck around Better ask about me Never dumb it down No one runnin' laps around me If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way You gon' have a fuckin' bad day That's a promise, homie (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie) (That's a promise, homie)
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Written by: Christian Webster, Myles Lockwood, Jake Anthony Procanik
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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