Down Bad

I ain't have no fuckin' money, I was broke I was Down bad , you actin' like a clown, where's your Clown hat F*ck that, I'm finna roll of blunt and then I pound That You be smokin' boof, lil' bitch, I'm smokin' loud Pack I been workin' on my grind since I was ten Shawty, I ain't tryna f*ck, but I don't f*ck Your friends Did it once, now your bitch want me To f*ck Again Bitch, I'm bout to bag, every day I stay locked in Shit, it got me in love, the way that she top it Tell your bitch to stop, too crazy how your bitch is Fuckin Wild She be sittin' out, how you talkin' Shit, but pussy boy is sittin' out Need a rich, bitch, F*ck the hoe up in A different house I'm always goin' up, I never go Down She ridin' on the dick like she ridin' a merry-go-Round That bitch like a blunt, cause I hit her past the hoe Round You know they fuckin' with your boy cause he Makin' a dope sound Ooh-wee, I'm back, they didn't want it to happen Ooh-wee, he talkin' shit, we get straight To clappin' My brother dont got the pole, then They get Straight to stabbin' When they see me hoppin' on The beat, they Know I get to spazzin' I know some boys that Went down a different Road, a different path Remember in middle School, fuckin' bitches While I'm skippin' class Face is good, but a bitch Need a different Ass This dude a weirdo, I know in his alone time He be sniffin' ass Shit, he be talkin' crazy, but we Gon' f*ck His lady Bitch, I got that Wocky in my cup and That Shit got me lazy All these people wanna be Famous and do it For the clout She givin' me the mouth, she eat it Just Like it's In-N-Out I ain't have no fuckin' money, I Was down Bad Boy, actin' like a clown, where's your clown Hat? F*ck that, finna roll a blunt, and then I pound That You be smokin' boof, little bitch, we smokin Loud pack I be walkin' on this beat, bitch, I'm Straight Steppin' I just wanna f*ck for the night, I don't Do day textin' Got your bitch listenin' to my music, Now You're bae textin' You be actin' fruity, bitch, you Belong in The gay section Why you focused on me, bitch You just be dick ridin' Bullets flyin', the type of shit That get Your bitch hidin' I been had that mindset, I'm Tryin' to get That bag But I know that this shit ain't finna Happen Chop feelin' bloated, I think it has some Gas My brother's finna pull up, slide up on your Ass You movin' slow, bitch, I be movin' fast Bitch, you be pushin' tens, I be pushin' racks Remember, I got that pack up in the backpack Boy, got new kicks, whoa, damn, I finna snatch That No self-respect, bitch, you sendin' me nudes On the Snapchat Like, bitch, you finna pack that Boy, I be on your head just like a snapback The Bitch is ugly, to be honest, you can have That Bitch, smell like burnt toast, I ain't finna Tap that Boy, you's a joke to me, finna just get Laughed at, gas-packed The way we rollin' up and Then we pass that