Bad News Lyrics by Hotboii
I just got a bad phone call, bad news
Isolate myself and headin’ to the back room
Just to left some steam off, I got a write
If I stay around all these n***** in this bitch then imma fight
I done fought so many times in one week I didn’t write
I been staying up late night thinking bout life
I really wanna buy you anything that you like
But do you like me or is it the fame you like
I had a bad phone call I heard
That my n**** got done got roped off, what’s the word
Yeah you saying that you riding and it sound like you do
But I know you ain’t riding you be lying like you do
I know whats up with you, know I’m that n**** in the streets
You wanted me stuck with you
I had a plan B and C thats a couple two
And if B don’t work then I’m going straight to C
And if C don’t work then I’m dropping straight B
Was trying to stop switching routes I had to retie
Fuck n**** your rap gang alredy need to retie
Including you I had so many n***** tring to reach out
They ain’t fuck with me but now they on they knees now haha
Why these rap n***** so funny to me
Remember I was the underdog but now they underneath me
Ain’t nobody give me shit but a cold shoulder
If I wasn’t who I was today I would of froze though
And these bitches ain’t gon rock they ain’t go no mode
Hotboii you should’ve just listened to what your bros told you
Yeah I know I see the ways as I grow older
I like my bitches hot as me push it with no odor
Hotboii you got that float boy
And you know all these n***** gon’ bite you already know boy
It’s a whole lot of piranhas in the O boy
And if this rap shit don’t work then I’m on dope boy
I been thinkin bout my future and it’s been lookin bright
Facetime me that pussy what it’s looking like
If you was ridin’ past a n**** youd be trippin’ right
Baby girl that cut me deep with a butcher knife
Look left then right before you cross a n**** up
They gon’ let this rap shit, come and boss a n**** up
Hope that pussy ain’t too tight with me then imma need some more
Lil green bitch, I don’t know how I bless you with the sun
You sleep I was in the booth round two some
You would think I got ADHD I’m always doing some
But I wasn’t doing nun
Countin’ money while I’m doin’ her
She know I’m a dog to beat a bone and a imma chew it up
Label me abusive, cause I beat the clock too
Right before the buzzer bullets fly shall I drop two
Why I gotta go hard? cause I’m not you I gotchu
Baby if you hang around the thots you I got you
I’ll never be chop school
Just so I can feel out yo mama I don’t chop boo
She just wanna c, hold me down had her holding up but she can’t wait a minute
That’s the same bitch from when I was hittin I was staying in it
Hoe I got you litty
Don’t ever forget me
Everything happens for a reason
Imma ball out for a season