Bad Intentions
To many clowns up on your block I didn’t know I’m at festival
Run up on me wrong now this shit is getting medical
Choppa with attachments red laser and reticle
I can’t believe I’m still alive today this shit a Miracle
(x2)
If you goin talk your shit I got that choppa in the trunk
Stayin solo got no gang bullets leave your ass slumped
Life taught me nobody really with you, you just got yourself
I keep 30 with a tent extensions they on my shelf
Never been afraid of darkness never been afraid of death
All my day ones that said they had my back now they all dead
Your bitch peeping at me and she really called me daddy Mez
I don’t want your bitch little boy that’s why I left her ass on read
I’m goin make your neck sparkle and I’m not talking bout no neckless
If the bullets got your name on them then I bet you acting reckless
Your bitch in my crib yeah I know you steady jealous
Riding in this fuckin Lexus while I take yo bitch to breakfast

*Btm Omar
Take your bitch to breakfast
I was broke so I deserve for all this flexin
If it’s beef then why the fuck you keep on textin
I’m the type to walk around conceal the weapon
Ain’t goin talk I’m just going show you how I’m steppin
I moved to nap right from the nap when I was seven
Don’t know my pops he got locked up with no connection
On the road to Rich’s finding my direction
What’s the word
Heard she ain’t fuck with a nigga because she hurt
Got some steppers thats on go when I alert
Go when I alert
Remember days up in the dirt I had to dig
Remember days up in the hood as a kid
Ain’t goin cap them days was fun I ain’t goin lie nigga
Them days you see them niggas go and die nigga
Run from 12
Was in the streets like how you know we causing hell
Was causing hell
Days I coulda died and all you see is fucking shells