LUSYD – Bad

LUSYD – Bad Lyrics

Artist: LUSYD
Song: Bad

Fa’sho, fa’sho, fa’sho
Fa’sho, fa’sho, fa’sho
Grrr
Fa’sho, fa’sho, fresh out

Fresh out, fresh out
Fresh out the bed
I had the peaceful option
I chose violence instead

Oh sh#t, that’s the og hittin’
Finna hit a puff, like the og diddy
Take that, take that, i got more of these, n#gg#
Walk around with a cutter, finna mow these n#gg#s

I’m on some bat sh#t
I’m on that blatt sh#t
I’m on some black sh#t
I’m on some activitis

Smack a n#gg# like i’m massa, if he talking back, bih
Back! back!
Back! back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!

Back back, i got a mac in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it back!
You said you was bad, but what happened to that?
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta hop off of the brink
When i talk, man, it sound like a tank
’cause b#tch, what i want, i’ma take
Wait, holla back when i’m back from the bank

Hold on, i’m-i’m hungry
Alright, take this (take that?)
Alright bet
Damn

I thought it was drank
I keep a shooter present
But i don’t need it
Like it was drake

I keep some b#tches present
I don’t be giving presents
I keep the molly, the stick, the drink
But i can’t help these peasants

I’m going fast in the whip
I’m going fast in the lamb’
I’m going fast, but not as yo’ b#tch
She giving up top, she suckin’ on dick

No, i don’t ball, but i do not miss
I shot the n#gg#, but i missed the charge
I dropped the roxi’ all the whip
I feel like future, bought a bad b#tch

Bought a bad b#tch, but i don’t pay for the sh#t
She suckin’ and f#ckin’ all on my crew
All on my crew, damn, that’s your boo?
I’m in the stu, pass me the boof

Pass me the stick and i’ll shoot off the roof
Pass me the bad b#tch, i’d pass her to you
Pass me the cup, b#tch, you can’t get that back
I am the king of the hill, b#tch, i’m slatt

He wanted problems, my choppa go blatt
My name is maŁ, i be so bad
I hit the bih, with the glick in the back
I hit the b#tch from the cl#t from the back

I’m in her guts, mac and cheese how it sound
I aim the stick from the clip, b#tch, you’re found
I put a stick in the ground, like a founder
I love money, so she want me around her

Caught her putting ten bands right in her purse
Told the b#tch “after that, you gotta go”
“drop to your knees or hit the door”
“just keep the bread” i said “you need it more”

Double cup ice, pour me up four
Who want action? i’m back
“how you been?”
I been good, now i’m back on my bad sh#t

Lights, camera, #ss
Beat from the back in 4k with the flash
Flat sh#t, fashion
b#tch, i been bad like a mattress

They don’t want smoke, like a match to a black
Me and maŁ in your home and we matchin’ in black
All up in yo’ kitchen and takin’ the snacks
All up in yo’ hoe and she makin’ it clap

Bought me a bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back for my-what?
Uh

Hittin’ yo’ b#tch without a break, b#tch
I gotta muhf#ckin’ break, b#tch
You can’t even muhf#ckin’ break bread b#tch
I’m ’bout to pull out the kel-tec, i’m lettin’ it hit

It go tt-tt-tt-tt-tt-tt
Lettin’ it rip like
Lettin’ it rip
Lil’ n#gg#, yeah, you is a b#tch

Got yo’ b#tch on my dick doin’ tricks
She really a fiend, she is sick
Gettin’ greedy with kills
I might go send up my clip

I’m ‘finna set up my mags
I’m ’boutta go in my bag
I’m ’boutta go out real bad
These n#gg#s goin’ out sad

These n#gg#s really a b#tch
These n#gg#s really is hoes
I’m about to leave you in a ditch
I’ma bury you where grass dont grow

Then i smash your bad lil hoe
f#ckin’ her in my backseat
I teach her about the birds and the bees
I like foreigns, over the seas

Pullin’ up, gave the valet my key
And hoe, stop talkin’ to me
You know i’m the top g
They callin’ lace papi

Fytb the regime
Emptyin’ out of my beam
Emptyin’ all the clips
Messin’ with me you get hit

Tongue is the sword, callin’ up fitz
I am the lord and you is a b#tch
You drive an accord, you is not sh#t b#tch
Or lit, b#tch

I’m lit b#tch, my aura
I’m lit b#tch
I’m lit b#tch, my aura
She gettin’ wet, just by my aura

sh#t gettin’ wet, i make her sore
Nothin’ but slat
Nothin’ but wack
Nothin’ but flak

You n#gg#s be emptyin’ out all the caps
I got a mini-gun, sprayin’ out facts
Aim at your guts
You talkin’ too much?

Choppa, it hush
Shh, b#tch
I don’t even gotta write on sh#t
Yeah, your hoe still gon’ ride on this dick

On god
This sh#t lit
I’m back, i’m back
I’m back, i’m bad

That’s how we doin’ ’em back
The teachers they said i was bad
’cause i was talking back
Mike jack how i’m walking backwards (shamone!)

Told my hoe “my phone got tapped”
I’m like “you off a bean, why you stalking my jack?”
If you suck from the front, i can blow from the back
I get it wet like a tap

Water
She wonder how i do that
Slaughter
I should just keep going

I should just let-do this the whole rest of the song
And it’s still gonna slap
Grrr!
My sh#t gonna hit like a hook

I get it right with a hook
I should just go write a book
About how i’m bad and not good
’bout how i got back in my book bag

Bought me a bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my uh

I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
Hop back in my uh
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
I’m ’boutta hop back in my bag

I’m ’boutta–
Keep rockin’
Or kick rocks
Hold on
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LUSYD Lyrics – Bad

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Release Year: 2021