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People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends It's only natural, I suppose, but we're all super good friends Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um I'm above average I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze Bad company's bad for your company Bad company's bad for your company Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me When I say I got beef, they don't want no beef When they say they got beef, they don't wanna eat If he said he wants smoke, they don't want no steam She put a “V” on her tee, bad bad bad bad bad Had a bachelors degree, Ph.D. while sellin' speed Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin' on her self-esteem Hit up Bloc, yo' this Flock Bitches, where you at? Pin the drop, uh My new map location be the block on the app I need money and company, Nah Nah Bad bitches, I don't even know the company, hahahaha You—you—you can't hang baby, we don't want you 'round here I—ice on my neck and it's froze, Santa's reindeer Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it's the same here You bad company, lil' bro, you can't hang here G—g—g—gettin' money so the bottles keep on comin' Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin' so you know the trap jumpin' Tha—tha—that bitch lookin' at me, he owe me some money Hit 'em with the Tommy, now that bitch crumpin' Why—why these bitches playin' games? They don't want no problems with me My shooters got good aim, You know I brought them shottas with me Might have hit a bad stain, They say that someone top was missin' Them bitches were opposition They move wrong, so I shot them ******* Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes Actin' brand new like I don't see you when I do Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don't they? Bad company, that's bad for your company Bad company, that's bad for your company Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees Flintstone bust down, color Murakami Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney Bad ******* from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me I'mma come clean, I got hella beef Paranoia got me rollin' up my sleeves, okay Bitches hatin' cause I'm uppin' up the fees Whole team got V's on they tees, all day I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze I'm above average
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