[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Ayy, say "Hello" to the bad guy
Man, I ain't been the same since my man died, yeah
Ayy, fuck the pain, I get mad high, mad high
Ayy, how you fuck 'round with your man and you go and hide
Ain't the same way that I came in and how I'm goin' out
Ayy, when you cross up one of your mans then you 'posed to die
Ayy, when you play with one of my mans just know I'm showin' out
The bad guy, I'ma come lookin' for you every time
[Verse 1: Maine Musik]
Say "Hello" to the four five coke, two gone, I got five more
Fuck five-o, niggas killed my dawg, I'ma watch him bleed out slow
Mama want me to drop this head before the lean I pour
My dawg gone, now we lookin' for smoke, tell them niggas we know
Hot ass heaters, they took bro, now we gettin' it
Surviving is not an option, hammer or the meat cleavers
Spin their block, walk up on that opp, I'll take a deep breather
Me introduce him to the Grim Reaper
Watch his soul leave him, smoke him front of old people, look 'em eye-to-eye
I'm who you should recognize, nigga, I'm the bad guy
You ain't gotta ask why, you can ask God
I'm Mr. Pull Up With That Stick and let them missiles-
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Ayy, say "Hello" to the bad guy
Man, I ain't been the same since my man died, yeah
Ayy, fuck the pain, I get mad high, mad high
Ayy, how you fuck 'round with your man and you go and hide
Ain't the same way that I came in and how I'm goin' out
Ayy, when you cross up one of your mans then you 'posed to die
Ayy, when you play with one of my mans just know I'm showin' out
The bad guy, I'ma come lookin' for you every time
[Verse 1: Maine Musik]
Say "Hello" to the four five coke, two gone, I got five more
Fuck five-o, niggas killed my dawg, I'ma watch him bleed out slow
Mama want me to drop this head before the lean I pour
My dawg gone, now we lookin' for smoke, tell them niggas we know
Hot ass heaters, they took bro, now we gettin' it
Surviving is not an option, hammer or the meat cleavers
Spin their block, walk up on that opp, I'll take a deep breather
Me introduce him to the Grim Reaper
Watch his soul leave him, smoke him front of old people, look 'em eye-to-eye
I'm who you should recognize, nigga, I'm the bad guy
You ain't gotta ask why, you can ask God
I'm Mr. Pull Up With That Stick and let them missiles-
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