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Icewear Vezzo

Bad Days

 

Bad Days

(album: Paint The City (Gangsta Grillz) - 2022)


Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know who the boss is without looking, then you got, you got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
Yeah, he ain't thinking right, he ain't moving y'all right
When you look at me and my homies, you don't know who, who doing what
Right
When me and my, me and my homies go to the strip club and we run up a tab, they don't know who to give the bill to
That's a fact
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Let's reminisce

'Member all the times (Yeah)
We was cutting shit to send it out of town, yeah (On the road)
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound (Greyhound)
Real street nigga (Yeah), hold it up, a hundred thousand on this crown (Hundred thousand on the crown, y'all remember?)
Reminiscing 'bout the bad days
I was down on my ass until that bag came
Thirty-thousand-dollar plays, now we mad paid (Thirty bands, nigga)
Used to get it off the road, now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS (Vezzo)
Getting money, nigga, throw that shit (Throw it)
Bitches know who really up, these niggas know who's lit (IUR)
Ain't only rich on Instagram, we got ownership (Really havin')
Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit (Bah)
Two forty on the wrist
Just bought a condo out in Royal Oak (Royal Oak, what up, though?)
[?] this ain't no [?] (Big Ice)
Count a million up with Ki when we was on the boat (Kiki)
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches on a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost (Skrrt)

Yeah, just thinking 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinking 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved (Money, DJ Drama)

Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different (Stack it)
Look like you got some money now, that's why you act different
Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah, my facts different (Really live it)
We just motivating (Huh)
Put a Rollie on each arm, gotta show [?]
[?] bring them toys out (Yeah)
You selling fetty in the hood, you know them boys on us
Made so much money in the O, they wanna boycott us
Five thousand every fit, bitch, I'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)
Realest niggas in this shit, yeah, we the last breed (We the last of 'em)
Stood on business in the feds, nigga, ask [?] (No cap)
I'm selling beans in the lake just like [?] (Rest in peace)
Watch so motherfucking froze, bitch, I can't see (I can't see)
Niggas plotting every day, so I can keep it on me (Fah)
Baby fin on my waist, look like a beeper on me (Beeper)
Fucking with that blood raw, now I got Jeezy money (That dog food)
Nigga playing with that pape', put the reaper on him

Yeah, just thinking 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinking 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved (Money)

(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You would never, yeah
And, and, we got homies that ain't got nothing
But it don't look good
If I got five chains on, my homeboy got five chains on, everybody jeweled up
One of the homies, he, he ain't got no jewelry on, everybody pass him a chain
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to go to the club with
And he ain't gon' play nothing
So now he might lose some of his thousand dollars
He got kids, five hundred go to them, he just got blessed just coming to the club

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