I'm Bad

Put me on a track and u know that it's gonna be lit I don't give money to a girl talking shit Pull up at ur birthday party in my new whip If nobody dancing, then u know I'm finna dip The last album was good, and you know u seen it all If u tryna hit the studio, give me a call Don't play sports, but u know yo boy ball Don't bother to pick me up if u even see me fall Hold up, Billie Eilish hit me up, this must be good news If u tryna sue, then I'm bout to refuse But something like this must be really hard to choose Gold chain, red sweater and it match wit my shoes I'm gonna do me, i don't really wanna be ya I ain't blind, but haters i don't really wanna see ya Imma scream so loud, I'll be screaming MAMA MIA Cuz i be making all this dough like a fucking pizzeria But now that I'm here Right back on this one track It doesn't really matter any more Cuz I'm bad Catch me at the studio, chilling wit my crew I not at the top, but I'm enjoying the view Old school clothes coming from the thrift shop Rain drop, drop top, and running from the cops Call me what u want, man i don't really care All the good clothes, man i don't know what to wear It's only 2pm in the fucking afternoon Don't be sleeping on me, don't. Cuz imma be there soon It's my kinda breakup Wit some makeup But it don't matter anymore cuz this is practice that i don't need to take up U acting like u high, man. What the f*ck u on Fresh cut so clean, I'll make this a hair salon People ask me what I'm finna do like everyday But if u ain't with it, that's cool. Just get out my way If u tryna get the party bumping, I'm yo dude But I'm better than u, i don't mean to be rude