[Intro]
Who's bad?
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(Yeah)
As soon as I touch down in the city, they treat me like Michael Jacks'
My bitch bad, so bad, ha, Michael Jackson
I'm the [?], baby GOAT, baby Michael Jackson
I got the mothafuckin glow, feelin' like Michael Jackson
I'm big, I'm bad, you's a bitch, no [doubt?]
Aye, lot of designer bags with [?]
You sit, I stand, you walk, I ran
You talk lots of bullshit, do not stand on it
Pussy boy, better own it
Yeah[?] all of it
Smoke, do not want that
Möt, then I fuck with that
Now I don't fuck with you
Nuh-uh, I ain't fuckin' with that, no
The Ferrari truck, brand new
Inside bloody red, outside matte black
Whole gang bang red, but we dressed in black
It's Möt, ya dead, get [ex?] the pack
Don't take another step before a nigga get back
You took that step, make a brain go splat
You [?] bout school nigga, that shit wack
I'd rather spend my time making racks
Hell nah, this school ain't teach me that
That's why I'm steady skipping class
With a Blasian bitch, she throwin' it back
Money, fuck [niggas necks?], yeah, I'm throwin' [?]
Goin' bananas in this bitch
I'm finna go schizo in this bitch
[?] 10K on this fit
Whole room light up when I step in this bitch
Tryna swipe, baby, [?]
I'm a spoiled brat, finna throw a fit
If I want that shit, I'ma get that shit
If I want your hoe, I'ma get that bitch
My pops said "[?]" kill that shit
Said, [?]
But if I [?] Möt go get him
[?] "Oh my God" [?] somebody go get him
Get popped, like you're getting popped like a pimple
Chew it like a Skittle
Diamonds look like Skittles
My twin go [?], we independent
[?] like Mötley, overly [?]
But [?] own it, none of my business
[?] smell like [?]
God, forgive me for all of my sinnin'
The chosen one, bitch, I'm a winner
I'ma get it, I'ma finish it, I'ma kill it, yeah