Bad Guy Testo

Testo Bad Guy

Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah

This the business, not personal
Please don't take it personal
Inferno, we pull out the arsenal
Chopper gone turn you to particles
My niggas they article
Been in the field like pharma plus
Ride bulletproof armored trucks
Got the right to bear arms
Roulette Russian gunplay
I fucking told you, don't try to cross me
Keysеr Söze, feel like Alejandro Sosa
Wе got baking soda, every city taken over
Trappin' out Tha Carter
Purple down, not Nino Brown
'Bout to burn this bitch down
Nigga, now we run the town
I fucking told you, don't try to cross me
I fucking told you, don't try to cross me
Fucking mulignane's (I call my army)
100 Soldiers, Alejandro Sosa

Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah

I make her count then I count it over
I'll introduce you to my fucking chopper
Fishscale plates, Peruvian flakes
Got me breaking down the block
Then we feed it to the block
Automatic switches on the Glock
I'ma make a mess with the mop
Like molly made her cleaning up the spot
Shh, bitch don't make it hot
Bitch, I trap a lot
Like a wrist, I know they watch
So I gotta keep the dot
There ain't no punching out the clock
In the pot, I broke my wrist bone
On your bitch, I break her neck bone
I'ma fuck her in the Maybach
Right before we take the ride home
Fuck it, she won't get no ride home
Make another take her place
Put the work up on her face
Baby, I can't feel my face

Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah
Say hello to the bad guy
Yeah, yeah