Bad Influence

B22 MONEY
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[Verse]
Ah, I got rappers in my DM tryna disrespect my worth
Offerin' B22 money for a verse
See, I don't know what you heard, or if you heard how I'm comin'
Couple rounds, I ain't cuffin'
She belongs to the streets
Are you buzzin'? She a ho
I hope she ain't tellin' people she my cousin
In my mouth I put half-a-dozen
Get the prettiest of women with minimal discussion
And, of course, we brang it with us if you see us in the function
In the hood, niggas got to watch their tone if they ain't one to step
Started off the year not buying Jordans, bought some guns instead
Thеy value their life, so whеn they see us they just run instead
Free my big homie, we left couple man on pebble beds
Karma's a bitch, and a crazy one
So I ain't gonna rap about anybody's boo, or their baby-mum
But niggas need to start strappin' up
You're breedin' girls that will go and fuck guys that wanna see you in the mud
What the Hell? What the fuck?
You is only on that block 'cause you is not one of us
Mum caught me baggin', what's the chance she's not gonna cuss?
If they're sendin' me to jail, or I'm on tour, only time you'll see me on a bus
I might need four hands to count the niggas I love
But I don't even need one to count the niggas I trust
I might need six hands to count the niggas I've robbed
That could've been their mobile phone, their wife or a box
And the fiends they be taking pics, but very rare they're sayin', "Cheese"
Girls wanna fuck with me, it's rare that they ain't sayin', "Please"
SPRs, AMGs, niggas think they been about
But where were they when we were going Sports Direct to KFC?
I need to leave the hood more and spend more time in Duty Free
Every time I buy jewels, I'ma buy a new machine
Stepped out with zero miles, new Amiri, new CELINE
My Forces cost a extra bill, 'cause on the side it says, "Supreme"
Insta' got this dropper stressin' me, she's askin' why she follows me
And why I follow Tennessee
Free Swady, all he wants is niggas pourin' Hennessey
My Mali one, no BBL, her back bigger than Hennedey's
Mummy found my crack, told me she prefer me sellin' weed
I tried, but that weren't my thing, so I'm back sellin' these
Mood swings be on fleek when I'm in the cemetery
Niggas diss the dead, them niggas got more dead niggas than me
That don't make no sense
Niggas been in the trap for years and they ain't made a pence
I've seen couple niggas get it worse for sittin' on the fence
My youngins can't drive, so, if they wanna ride, I give them peds
And, they don't owe me shit if it's stab wounds and nothin' less
She loves my smile, probably 'cause it's VVS
I bet you I can still hit it even though she knows that I jeet her friends
Me and Big Wo probably'll drill if we attend
Now, bare niggas gotta get back if we meet again

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B22 Money

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[Verse]
Niggas in my hood say I can make it to the top
But, they know that I ain't cappin'
And my somethin' put it all up in his top
I know some good guys, get their savage on, kidnappin' on
Like, how long you been chattin' to the opps?
My niggas on tag
If I get a drop, he'll tag along
They ain't got racks, I'm baffled when they rap about shots
I ain't tryna give my heart unless I know that she the one
Look me in my eyes, promise me you'll never do me wrong
I tried act like I ain't 'bout it, she already clocked the hood in me
Half the hood's fake, I'm only bringin' half the hood with me
All I need's a mask, pair of gloves, and a hoodie beat
Niggas chat like bitches nowadays, make sure your pussy clean
Nothin' poppin' off on your behalf, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say my name too much, that's all they talk about
We don't care 'bout work that you worked when we weren't about
You ain't workin' nothin' now
Don't be throwin' up gang signs with no money in your pockets
I got big dreams, I ain't pennyin' your silly comments
I got blood on my nigga's shank, but that's not my problem
Now there' plugs gettin' sucked, this half-box ain't on Connie
Niggas pointin' fingers, if they grab me, I won't point nothin'
If I don't bust in rappin', then it's back to wrappin' point ones
What you know about bein' desperate for a place for the ting to stay
So you tell her it's a toy gun?
Feel sorry for my opps, why? Most of them shit at rappin', shit at trappin'
Scorin' on civilians, shit at bangin'
Who said you can't wear sliders in the trenches?
I see opps in my Gucci flip-flops, still get it crackin'
Or the Louis ones, Christian Dior drops, but I prefer the Louis ones
I got clout, so it's not hard to get the bougie ones
They won't tell me nothin' 'bout no Hakkasan, Nobu, or cocktails
I bet I'll still pattern that
I ain't been bowlin' in time, but, I've been knockin' down hoes like pins, so I'm fine
I got rocks in my shine, rocks in this G-pack
It's not about wantin', the fiends'dem, they need that
I used to do the night shift, and back then I never had three bags
My outfit today cost me three bags
So don't say I've changed, you're just statin' the obvious
I used to watch my olders gettin' money with binoculars
I got the opposite sex cattin', banged up with a nigga
From my hood we spent most our time chattin', who's set's more on it
And comparin' our stabbings
He's got more, but I made a nigga white flag it
Feel like Charles Lee Ray with this Rammy
Or should I say Chucky?
See a opp, I'ma leave the scene yucky
All I need is twenty seconds, like, say I'm in a hurry
I was aimin' for his face, bro was rippin' out his tummy
I'm still the perfect son in the eyes of my mummy
Even though feds hit the yard tryna find bunnies
On the 'Gram, she a star, but not a star from where I'm comin'
Surgery head to toe, but to us she's still—Tst
If she ain't tryna hold the ones, then to us, she's on nothin'
She don't care that I'm Clavish, and that makes me wanna cuff it
She don't pop up when she sees my in the Urus or the Culli'
And that's still not enough to prove it's not about the money
Got some real shit tatted on my stomach
My watch two-tone, but it came with several different colours
Not a pride thing why I hold grudges
But you can't backdoor me and think we're still gonna be brothers
Four-forty all in rose
If you're talkin' 'bout opps, I've stabbed couple to the bone
Hotel, she ain't comin' to my home
Half the hood don't promote my songs when they drop
Don't know why the fuck they think they're comin' to my shows
In school, I used to rob phones, not sell cookies in the corridor
Signed to the streets way before I signed to Polydor

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