Bad Time Boy

Yeah

It's too good

It's too good

I don't like that

Don't smile at me like that

I don't like that

I'm a bad time boy, ay

I be doin' better than I should

I should probably shoot me in the foot

I feel bad about when feelin' good

Bad time boy, ay

If I could, I'd bring around the rain

Get uncomfortable into your face (yeah, uh)

I could give a shit 'bout what you

Uh, it's too clean in this bitch

I need to fuck up the function

Ruin some discussions, rough up your cousin

Throw 'round some mustard, bitch can't be trusted

(Ick, I don't like it)

I need everything fucked up how I like it

Very hard to underestimate y'all biters

I'ma do what I can to get uninvited

(Ick, I don't like it)

And I'm happy that you reppin' a ton, slept with your gun

But I can smell your breath through your gum

I know the flexin' is fun, the effort is somethin'

But I could effortlessly school your ass 'bout eleven to one

(Ick, I don't like you)

One of these days, I'ma retire on a goddamn comet

All this access to me make me want to vomit

I'm not reading one more comment, bitch

I'm a bad time boy, ay

I be doin' better than I should

I should probably shoot me in the foot

I feel bad about when feelin' good

Bad time boy, ay

If I could, I'd bring around the rain

Get uncomfortable into your face

I could give a shit 'bout what you

Bust it wide open

Bring it on back, then take it on down

Open up a bag, flip it inside out

Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!)

Bust it wide open

Bring it on back, then take it on down

Open up a bag, flip it inside out

Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (yo, yo, yo, yo) (hi-ya!)

Say when, brought the Glock in the party

I masked up like Chainsaw Charlie, the frames Carti'

She Dominican like Cardi with a body

Blood money like the Saudi

Got fucked up and crashed the Maserati

The head is good, but I can't be your papi

Could be your pimp probably

I'm sweatin' off the "ooh" like Mike Lowrey

Imagine me listen to y'all haters, y'all adore me

Loyal to the game, and loyal to my gang, oh

Pounds, ounces, kilos, contrabands

My gun go blast

Blood on my money, blood on my hands

Give me the loot, or give me a reason to shoot

If she's thick and cute, I'ma turn that ass to a mule

Put drugs in her caboose

Hope she make it over the border before she poop

Street grammar got this bitch ghetto gaggin' 'til she puke in the coupe, oops

We done caught another body, another homie made the news

Who is you?

I'm a bad time boy, ay

I be doin' better than I should

I should probably shoot me in the foot

I feel bad about when feelin' good

Bad time boy, ay

If I could, I'd bring around the rain

Get uncomfortable into your face

I could give a shit 'bout what you

Bust it wide open

Bring it on back, then take it on down

Open up a bag, flip it inside out

Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!)

Bust it wide open

Bring it on back, then take it on down

Open up a bag, flip it inside out

Give me all the money, and don't make a sound (hi-ya!)