Bad Timing (feat. YRN JAY & Ztharulerr)

Wait, hold on, this gentle Two racks, straight slap and shh Ayy, bitches bad timin I can't trust too many bitches cause they stay lyin Too much bitches on my dick, that's why she stay cryin All these niggas talkin' shit, that's why they stay dyin You was speakin' on my name, that's why I socked you If I'm finna get jumped, I'm finna sock too Ayy, bitch, come see what this Glock do Grrrrah, grrrrah, grrrrah Knock, knock, the Grim Reaper sittin' at your door The bitch know how to suck dick, she try to take my soul That nigga scared to shoot the blood, gotta take his pole I fucked the bitch, it was boring, I'm tryna go home Ain't no nigga hard enough to try to take my throne I ain't scared of you niggas I got love for y'all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas Competition at its finest, finna purge on you niggas, bitch Nigga, stop flexin' for the gram Niggas always poppin' it, you a off-board fan Cutty hangin' with the suckers, that is not allowed If niggas askin' for a fade, we finna sock him out Bitch, I get hella grimy Wrong place, wrong time, yeah, it's bad timin When I hop up on the stage, I'm finna start shinin Finna spread my wings, I'm finna start flyin Ayy, bitch, it's bad timin I can't trust too many bitches, cause they stay lyin Too much bitches on my dick, that's why she stay cryin All these niggas talkin' shit, that's why they stay dyin You was speakin' on my name, that's why I socked you If I'm finna get jumped, I'm finna sock too Ayy, bitch, come see what this Glock do Rock, rock, rock Thanks for watching