Bad Guys歌词

作曲 : C. Ramsey/R. Davis/S. Slater
(feat. Black Magic) [Intro]
It's the bad guys
Say hello to the bad guys!
Big Cat Records,
Gucci, Black
Magic [Chorus: repeat 2X]
We the bad guys, and we play for the bad team
We hauntin ya life like you just had a bad dream
The bad guys...
Just don't get on our bad side [Gucci Mane]
I ****s with the
AR, I with the
AK You with
Gucci, you gon' have a bad day
They say I'm a mad guy, they call me the bad guy
I tell ya like this just don't get on my bad side
I come with that skreet ****, in love with this beef ****
My diamonds ocean blue so they might get ya seasick
I with the
Glock 40, {?} shotty
Plus when
I aim then
I aim for the upper body
Ain't with that hoe ****,
I'm smokin that 'dro ****
You come with some mo' ****, you gon' get your throat slit
Yeah this is that
G ****, we call it a classic
I have my *****
Magic put that ass in a casket
And that there is real talk, you best have a fast walk
Or else yo' ***** ass might get lined in the white chalk
what you thank *****, **** what you thought *****
Wired for jaw, so yo' ass can't talk ***** [Chorus] [Gucci Mane]
Is you a man *****?
Is you a mouse *****?
Have yo' ***** ass scared to come out the house *****
Gucci fear no man, so who is this
Snowman? The word on the low is he really a hoe man
***** stick to that trap ****, and stick to that rap ****
You say you a gangster, but you never clapped ****
If you wanna find me, take
I-20 Flat
Shoals Let's see if you can take this broomstick up your asshole
Always gon' stand ground, never gon' back down
I'm puttin my mack down,
I'm layin the smack down
See Gucci's a skreet *****,
I stay on that skreet ****
And I'm the wrong ***** that ya clique wanna beef with
I keep the 9 close like the ***** that you sleep with
And I'll bust a head but can you keep a secret?
I'm smokin that kushie, you ****** is *****
I never been a killer but you pussies done pushed me [Chorus] [Black Magic]
Now this the bad guy song, they put the bad guys on it
So listen when you hear the two bad guys talkin
I shoot straight, move weight, always in a new state
Always givin fake names, cars got paper plates
The bad guy, say hello to my little friend (say hello)
My lil' friend got a hundred other lil' friends
Now we the bad team, it's more than a bad dream
Gucci and
Black Magic now that's a bad scene
Carbon 15's comin out,
AK's comin out
I'ma run the
North, Gucci run the
South Independent but we ballin like majors
Them fruity ones got 'em all flavors
I'm with real ****** and players, killers and cutthroats
And when I get a order homey somebody gettin smoked
I'm no joke, catch the kid cookin up coke
I got a blunt full of bubba kush, ***** come smoke with us [Chorus]