Bad Time Boy

Yeah It's too good It's too good I don't like that Don't smile at me like that I don't like that I'm a bad time boy, ay I be doin' better than I should I should probably shoot me in the foot I feel bad about when feelin' good Bad time boy, ay If I could, I'd bring around the rain Get uncomfortable into your face (yeah, uh) I could give a shit 'bout what you Uh, it's too clean in this bitch I need to fuck up the function Ruin some discussions, rough up your cousin Throw 'round some mustard, bitch can't be trusted (Ick, I don't like it) I need everything fucked up how I like it Very hard to underestimate y'all biters I'ma do what I can to get uninvited (Ick, I don't like it) And I'm happy that you reppin' a ton, slept with your gun But I can smell your breath through your gum I know the flexin' is fun, the effort is somethin' But I could effortlessly school your ass 'bout eleven to one (Ick, I don't like you) One of these days, I'ma retire on a goddamn comet All this access to me make me want to vomit I'm not reading one more comment, bitch I'm a bad time boy, ay I be doin' better than I should I should probably shoot me in the foot I feel bad about when feelin' good Bad time boy, ay If I could, I'd bring around the rain Get uncomfortable into your face I could give a shit 'bout what you Bust it wide open Bring it on back, then take it on down Open up a bag, flip it inside out Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!) Bust it wide open Bring it on back, then take it on down Open up a bag, flip it inside out Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (yo, yo, yo, yo) (hi-ya!) Say when, brought the Glock in the party I masked up like Chainsaw Charlie, the frames Carti' She Dominican like Cardi with a body Blood money like the Saudi Got fucked up and crashed the Maserati The head is good, but I can't be your papi Could be your pimp probably I'm sweatin' off the "ooh" like Mike Lowrey Imagine me listen to y'all haters, y'all adore me Loyal to the game, and loyal to my gang, oh Pounds, ounces, kilos, contrabands My gun go blast Blood on my money, blood on my hands Give me the loot, or give me a reason to shoot If she's thick and cute, I'ma turn that ass to a mule Put drugs in her caboose Hope she make it over the border before she poop Street grammar got this bitch ghetto gaggin' 'til she puke in the coupe, oops We done caught another body, another homie made the news Who is you? I'm a bad time boy, ay I be doin' better than I should I should probably shoot me in the foot I feel bad about when feelin' good Bad time boy, ay If I could, I'd bring around the rain Get uncomfortable into your face I could give a shit 'bout what you Bust it wide open Bring it on back, then take it on down Open up a bag, flip it inside out Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!) Bust it wide open Bring it on back, then take it on down Open up a bag, flip it inside out Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!)