Produced by typhelicia

Lyrics:
I'm on bad time
Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine
Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high
Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time
Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes
Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide
Why he runnin'? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah
Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah

Wassup bae?
Pull up to the city and the bitches showin' love bae
Ridin' in the city in a big black truck bae
I don't show no pity to them niggas, I'm like yuck, aye
Where the cups at? 'Cause I'm tryna pour up right now
Outside with the gang, I'm catchin' dubs right now
Bitch I'm outside with the gang, we at the club right now
They not fuckin' with the gang they know it's up right now
She gon' pull up on me, I get sucked right down
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, I'm a verb not a noun
She got all that ass, got the fattest in the town, tryna take her down
She play all my songs, yeah she like it, she want Davyn now
Money in my bank account
Bad hoe, I'mma take her down
No cape, I won't save her now
Hello when I hit it, bow
Just like B Lou
Lame ass nigga won't be you
I died and came back like I'm Sifu
Bad hoe she like sea food
She like "Damn, I see you"

I'm on bad time
Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine
Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high
Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time
Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes
Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide
Why he runnin'? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah
Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah

BAD TIME

KILLDAVYN