[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Wanting money for a spree
You did something mad
Ooh
When you went out in the street (Uh)
Perhaps you felt quite bad, felt quite bad
Uh, felt bad, I did
I felt bad, I felt bad
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Trappin' keys like a trapeze, minus the need for the balance beam
Still got to that fetty without the trap queen
No ads, I'll give your team half the magazine
Please, somebody call the fashion police
Clapped up your rental, shattered the window, broken glass in the street
It's a tragedy, his better half was in the passenger seat
My shooter got so many bodies, probably beat anybody
Hammer a thotty, fucked everybody, more bodies than Sammy and Gotti (What?)
But first, every homi' gotta be ran by me
For every dime served in lobby, murder and robbery (Bad, woo)
The streets was wild back then
Even T-Boz had a MAC-10
Never know who bangin', it'll be a rude awakening
When you naked tryna locate where your bracelet is (Where my shit at?)
My Jamaican bitch pass it to me like Jason Kidd
Babycakes, that's a great assist (Oof)
I just had to lay it in (Bad)
Lay it in for the win, maybe even bang it and break the rim (Bad, haha)
Went crazy in the gym (Crazy)
I told them niggas, "Get down and lay down" like JBM
Hopped in the grey BM' (Bad)
Don't throw the baby out with the piss (Bad)
It is what it is, when you MC light, then you paper thin (Bad)
Thin like a vape pen, slim as a inmate's chance to escape the pen
The triggers on the hammers is hairpin
Yeah, pimp, my Atlanta bitch suck the air out a blimp
That's a cherry on a banana split
Shit
Wanting money for a spree
You did something mad
Ooh
When you went out in the street (Uh)
Perhaps you felt quite bad, felt quite bad
Uh, felt bad, I did
I felt bad, I felt bad
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Trappin' keys like a trapeze, minus the need for the balance beam
Still got to that fetty without the trap queen
No ads, I'll give your team half the magazine
Please, somebody call the fashion police
Clapped up your rental, shattered the window, broken glass in the street
It's a tragedy, his better half was in the passenger seat
My shooter got so many bodies, probably beat anybody
Hammer a thotty, fucked everybody, more bodies than Sammy and Gotti (What?)
But first, every homi' gotta be ran by me
For every dime served in lobby, murder and robbery (Bad, woo)
The streets was wild back then
Even T-Boz had a MAC-10
Never know who bangin', it'll be a rude awakening
When you naked tryna locate where your bracelet is (Where my shit at?)
My Jamaican bitch pass it to me like Jason Kidd
Babycakes, that's a great assist (Oof)
I just had to lay it in (Bad)
Lay it in for the win, maybe even bang it and break the rim (Bad, haha)
Went crazy in the gym (Crazy)
I told them niggas, "Get down and lay down" like JBM
Hopped in the grey BM' (Bad)
Don't throw the baby out with the piss (Bad)
It is what it is, when you MC light, then you paper thin (Bad)
Thin like a vape pen, slim as a inmate's chance to escape the pen
The triggers on the hammers is hairpin
Yeah, pimp, my Atlanta bitch suck the air out a blimp
That's a cherry on a banana split
Shit
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