Bad - Intellectual

[Verse 1: LUSYD]

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 shit, that's the OG hittin'

Finna hit a puff, like the OG Diddy

Take that, take that, I got more of these, nigga

Walk around with a cutter, finna mow these niggas

I'm on some bat shit

I'm on that BLATT shit

I'm on some black shit

I'm on some Activitis

Smack a nigga like I'm massa, if he talking back, bih

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 bitch, what I want, I'ma take

Wait, holla back when I'm back from the bank

[Interlude: MAŁ + LUSYD]

Hold on, I'm-I'm hungry

Alright, take this (Take that?)

Alright bet

[Verse 2: MAŁ]

Damn

I thought it was drank

I keep a shooter present

But I don't need it

Like it was Drake

I keep some bitches 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' bitch

She giving up top, she suckin' on dick

No, I don't ball, but I do not miss

I shot the nigga, but I missed the charge

I dropped the Roxi' all the whip

I feel like Future, Bought a Bad Bitch

Bought a Bad bitch, but I don't pay for the shit

She suckin' and fuckin' 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 bitch, I'd pass her to you

Pass me the cup, bitch, you can't get that back

I am the king of the hill, bitch, 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 bitch from the clit from the back

I'm in her guts, mac and cheese how it sound

I aim the stick from the clip, bitch, 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 bitch "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

[Verse 3: LUSYD]

Who want action? I'm back

"How you been?"

I been good, now I'm back on my Bad shit

Lights, camera, ass

Beat from the back in 4K with the flash

Flat shit, fashion

Bitch, 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

[Hook 1: LUSYD]

Bought me a bag

I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag

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

Hop back in my bag

I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag

I'm 'boutta hop back for my-What?

[Verse 4: Sol Lace]

Hittin' yo' bitch without a break, bitch

I gotta muhfuckin' break, bitch

You can't even muhfuckin' break bread bitch

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

(Pfft, pfft, pfft)

Lettin' it rip

Lil' nigga, yeah, you is a bitch

Got yo' bitch 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 niggas goin' out sad

These niggas really a bitch

These niggas 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

Fuckin' 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 bitch

You drive an Accord, you is not shit bitch

Or lit, bitch

I'm lit bitch, my aura

I'm lit bitch

I'm lit bitch, my aura

She gettin' wet, just by my aura

Shit gettin' wet, I make her sore

Nothin' but slat

Nothin' but wack

Nothin' but flak

You niggas 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, bitch

I don't even gotta write on shit

Yeah, your hoe still gon' ride on this dick

On God

This shit lit

[Verse 5: LUSYD]

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 shit 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

[Hook 2: LUSYD]

Bought me a bag

I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag

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--

[Outro: LUSYD]

Keep rockin'

Or kick rocks

Hold on