Going Bad Lyrics
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
Back home, smokin` legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin` on diesel, dawg
Playin` with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg
(Who you see, what?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn`t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin` like they know me, dawg
Don`t just say you`re down, you gotta show me
(What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It`s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg
(Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg
(10-piece, dawg)
That ain`t nothin`, I`m just bein` friendly, dawg
It`s just a lil` 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn`t mean that we`re involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain`t grow up playin` ball
But I`ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball `til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin` bad on `em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg`s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it`s all shade
Still goin` bad on you anyway
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it`s gettin` scary (Back-to-back)
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If you fuckin` with my opps, just don`t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That`s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I`m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain`t a neighborhood in Philly that I can`t go (That`s a Fendi)
For real
She said: oh, you rich rich? (You rich rich)
Bitch, I graduated, call me Big Fish (Ballin)
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That`s Lori)
That`s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I`ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that`s facts (Facts)
You ain`t livin` that shit you say, yeah, we know that`s cap (That`s cap)
You ain`t got to ask me when you see me, know I`m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin` plat` (Ooh, ooh)
It`s just a lil` 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn`t mean that we`re involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain`t grow up playin` ball,
but I`ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball `til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin` bad on `em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Wheezy outta here
