Bad Side Lil Poppa (Ft. Rich The Kid)

[Intro]
Yo, Dev, this your song?

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Bad bitch (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some bitches in this bitch with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side

[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Said she don't want no ball player, she don't want no actor
She unbuckled this Gucci off me, then she fucked a rapper
And then she fucked a trapper, told her she caught me on my off day
I still go to the hood, I know I'm protected like Allstate
Smoking dope in the law face, give a fuck what the law say
Why the hell you in them trenches all day when your new house got a call gate?
And all my neighbors black and got them racks, this shit here all great
Don't fuck with them, they all fake, no love for me, it's all hate
And me and you, we a thing, I'm a fiend for your love, it's a drug
I fucked up, but so what? Shit, it was what it was
Shit, it is what it is, I can't change how you feel
Fuck all the fame and all the chains, antisocial 'fore the deal
I'm not social, don't need peers, so please don't come near
And your bad vibes, I don't need 'em, so please don't come here
And I miss all my niggas, I need you right here
Y'all left me, that was selfish, this shit I'm taking ain't helping, but uh