Bad

(album: Snoop Dogg Presents Death Row Summer 2022 - 2022)

(Hit-Boy)
Check it out
Everybody got a third eye, right?
So when you don't take heed, you feel the fall of your instinct
Things can go bad
So bad, you might find yourself in a hole you can't dig your way out of

Buzzing at the honeycomb, money on the mental
Ski mask, gloves, two choppas and a pistol
Outside dark like boss niggas thinking
We hit war, strike, leave soft niggas leaking
Speaking on vicks on the list for the laydown
How much the worth, plus dirt where they stay now
Hustle gets whoever, we ain't caring 'bout the odds
Move with precision, and catch 'em by suprise

Ride for this money, yeah, we gotta run it smooth
Scoping niggas, hope to win it, sliding on this move
Stupid ammunition for this mission, it's a groove
If everybody play they part, then can't none of us lose
Scooped up, then maced up, tape in this canister
Heavy construction, we swing with the hammer

Knock down, my blood think we all saddled up
Double check weapons, prepare for the rush
Don't nobody bust 'less it's absolutely needed
All the last means left to get to the precedence
Snatch niggas seeds and laugh at they pleading
Block every option 'til cash is relinquished

Dashed out the tilt with my hands on the stick
Piled in the G ride, mashed to the lick
Headed 'cross the city on the backstreets crawling
Clicked it off safety as soon as I saw him
Two body guards rotating by the entrance
Slid up quick, got straight to my business
Doors flew open, the time slow motion
The young nigga with us let his eyes start smoking

Blood stayed soaking as the people stood frozen
Wrecks in the open just to shit, we was hopeless
Secure the location, secure, then we maced 'em
Snatched up the boss, to the back where I take 'em

Fool, cooperation, you fucking with some gangstas
Tell us where the safe, or it's murder in the making
Money all ya life now, I'ma do it right now
Playing games, motherfucka, I'ma blow your lights out

Wait 'for you stretch 'em, cuz get the message
We bank to the safe, scrape stacks full of cheddar
Duffle bags stuffed with the jewels and the product
Creeping out the crib and the pigs just pop up

As soon as a nigga got close to the bag
Reached out for it and his hopes got dashed
Everything swept up, gone in a flash
One false move and the shit went bad, damn

Can I get a witness?
Eastside niggas with the business