Bad B On The Nizz
By OFB
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[Intro: BandoKay & Double Lz]
Hello, hello
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
[Verse 1: BandoKay]
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
Don't look back there's rallies, take the next right, head straight to the Farm g
Anti social yutes so we're only one leaning parties
The way Kermit slapped that yute, I swear he should sign up for the army
I'm in love with guwop, the cash, I ain't in love with barbies
Put one hand on Jab, I rise that spin cah that's my chargy
My head back crisp like Tucker, fly out the back seat, say "who's that dargy?"
And if he does wrong and we can't find him then we'll turn up at his aunties
I'd rather be in the T house than baked off in a party
Right now I want my hands on a whoosh before I have my hands on a Carti
Free Kash, free Brad, free Wazzy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's
Ayy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's
[Verse 2: Double Lz]
Niggas know about me I'm the youngest, still hop out crashing this corn
He got bored and he got bored, don't write back shit, what are their thoughts
Jump out Abz, try and not get caught
This young and handsome man will pull up to your block, disobey the law
Got round there, two waps and a sword, let me show them suttin'
Me and bro took trips with waps, crash it at your back, rudeboy stop running
I'm chinging that up, no stunting
Hop out the back, Rambos get backed, me and bro step with shanks, no fussing
I do drills and it's all for the gang, I ching backs if they start running
Free Boogie, that's my brother, man hop out with this cutter
I suggest if you buck this gang, buck a yute, turn and switch to a runner
Most man love leaving their friends, opps get got, that is 1 hunna
I back shanks and ching their chests, they breeze off, what a heartless sucker
[Verse 3: SJ]
I've been in the field like Lampard, my bro's been scoring the goals like Kane
And if you ever asked my age, you'll ask me why am I so OJ
They're pushing and shoving their friends in a foot chase, how is that shit okay?
I got my eyes on the bag like Kenzo, so they really know I'm about my pay
I been smoked by the Golden Boot already, you know that we're all in the game
I put my blade in your cheek 'cause I ripped that out, now your names Scarface
Don't come round here with your jewellery, I'll pop that shit, now it's in my name
And what are you gonna say? You can't do shit, just stay in your place
Get your forehead buss on the high road, it looks like you just got dipped in sauce
Bro's been touching the buttons like Sneakbo and swinging their shanks with force
Little yutes wanna jump on this road ting, I guess they just signed up for a course
I've dussed big men with rambo, it looks like a chickens been chasing a horse
A mouse is chasing a cat, a yute like me get a big man whacked
So lowe all the chat, they don't wanna see man pull up with Jab
And if I see yutes in my distance, no stalling, everyone gets slapped
The dot-dot gets tapped and I pray one of them get packed
[Verse 4: BandoKay]
Tell my young boy play your position, I like him cah he listens
Bad B on the nizz, she really can't keep her distance
She asked if I'm linked with London Fields cah she seen me in the dance with Griffin
We're going on a glide tonight to test out the Smithen
[Verse 5: Double Lz]
What you know 'bout running that down?
What you know 'bout running out of breath but you still wanna ching 'cause he runs his mouth
And man can drenched in chest, belly and back plus legs and head
They can't do it like me, walk on streets or things on peds
Fuck a 1-2s, 3-0 instead
[Verse 6: SJ]
If you're gonna talk 'bout the opp block I beg you don't be mentioning fassys
Man been round on the opp block, bare man running and showing their battys
Some fucking pattys, they don't wanna see man get splashy
And mind where you're taking snaps when you're driving, your friend can get bored in the passy
[Outro]
DC on the beat
Hello, hello
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
[Verse 1: BandoKay]
Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi
Don't look back there's rallies, take the next right, head straight to the Farm g
Anti social yutes so we're only one leaning parties
The way Kermit slapped that yute, I swear he should sign up for the army
I'm in love with guwop, the cash, I ain't in love with barbies
Put one hand on Jab, I rise that spin cah that's my chargy
My head back crisp like Tucker, fly out the back seat, say "who's that dargy?"
And if he does wrong and we can't find him then we'll turn up at his aunties
I'd rather be in the T house than baked off in a party
Right now I want my hands on a whoosh before I have my hands on a Carti
Free Kash, free Brad, free Wazzy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's
Ayy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's
[Verse 2: Double Lz]
Niggas know about me I'm the youngest, still hop out crashing this corn
He got bored and he got bored, don't write back shit, what are their thoughts
Jump out Abz, try and not get caught
This young and handsome man will pull up to your block, disobey the law
Got round there, two waps and a sword, let me show them suttin'
Me and bro took trips with waps, crash it at your back, rudeboy stop running
I'm chinging that up, no stunting
Hop out the back, Rambos get backed, me and bro step with shanks, no fussing
I do drills and it's all for the gang, I ching backs if they start running
Free Boogie, that's my brother, man hop out with this cutter
I suggest if you buck this gang, buck a yute, turn and switch to a runner
Most man love leaving their friends, opps get got, that is 1 hunna
I back shanks and ching their chests, they breeze off, what a heartless sucker
[Verse 3: SJ]
I've been in the field like Lampard, my bro's been scoring the goals like Kane
And if you ever asked my age, you'll ask me why am I so OJ
They're pushing and shoving their friends in a foot chase, how is that shit okay?
I got my eyes on the bag like Kenzo, so they really know I'm about my pay
I been smoked by the Golden Boot already, you know that we're all in the game
I put my blade in your cheek 'cause I ripped that out, now your names Scarface
Don't come round here with your jewellery, I'll pop that shit, now it's in my name
And what are you gonna say? You can't do shit, just stay in your place
Get your forehead buss on the high road, it looks like you just got dipped in sauce
Bro's been touching the buttons like Sneakbo and swinging their shanks with force
Little yutes wanna jump on this road ting, I guess they just signed up for a course
I've dussed big men with rambo, it looks like a chickens been chasing a horse
A mouse is chasing a cat, a yute like me get a big man whacked
So lowe all the chat, they don't wanna see man pull up with Jab
And if I see yutes in my distance, no stalling, everyone gets slapped
The dot-dot gets tapped and I pray one of them get packed
[Verse 4: BandoKay]
Tell my young boy play your position, I like him cah he listens
Bad B on the nizz, she really can't keep her distance
She asked if I'm linked with London Fields cah she seen me in the dance with Griffin
We're going on a glide tonight to test out the Smithen
[Verse 5: Double Lz]
What you know 'bout running that down?
What you know 'bout running out of breath but you still wanna ching 'cause he runs his mouth
And man can drenched in chest, belly and back plus legs and head
They can't do it like me, walk on streets or things on peds
Fuck a 1-2s, 3-0 instead
[Verse 6: SJ]
If you're gonna talk 'bout the opp block I beg you don't be mentioning fassys
Man been round on the opp block, bare man running and showing their battys
Some fucking pattys, they don't wanna see man get splashy
And mind where you're taking snaps when you're driving, your friend can get bored in the passy
[Outro]
DC on the beat
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