BAD MASTER SOUTH ft. Soulace & JEYLADO Lyrics

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

You got the birthing hips from your mama

But you got the attitude from your dad

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

All of that energy bad for your karma

But all of that karma bad for your head

Billy the Kid gotchu gunnin' down

Fastest gun in the South uh

Lock it down on the chin with the uppercut

Picture you with the Southpaw

Jesse like James over Jessica Rabbit oof

Girl you stressing Meowth bruh

Stretch you out on the couch

Cover your mouth when you speak to an outlaw

I'm so Rocky with a white tee

A sap smokin', fallin' right tree

Always be up with the Cardi

Thirty minutes on the clock, whippin' E E's

Me bitch wave

Me bitch wave

Me bitch wave like a see saw

Floppy see me eee errr

Come up with a "she saw"

Send you to the ER

Fuck wakin' up feelin' bummy

From the moment his eye opened

He could feel it in his tummy

When he rub his belly it go

Yum yum

South gon' play you like a

Drum drum

Look at him

He the next one

Runnin' down the mountain when he

Come come

Oh why am I on Snapchat

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

You got the birthing hips from your mama

But you got the attitude from your dad

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

All of that energy bad for your karma

But all of that karma bad for your head

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

You got the birthing hips from your mama

But you got the attitude from your dad

You think you bad huh nah

You think you bad

All of that energy bad for your karma

But all of that karma bad for your head

Mama see mama say mama saw

Mama know

Mama sleep with the gun in the couch

Mama show

Mama speak word of god in her mouth

Mama spoke mama dripped

Alexander McQueen, mama cold

Might need a whip just to crash it

Dough in the plastic

Listen when I talk

This a ear candy classic

Better air out the mosh pit

Better air out the mosh

Got nine lives when I'm driving

I'm just different hittin' PR's

Feel electric you can taste it

Got these levels to my mind

Foul drawing up repeaters

Passin three lines

I ain't talkin' Cocadidas

I ain't talkin' Cocadidas

I ain't talkin' three wheelers

I ain't bragging when

I'm banging on the gates of St. Peter

I ain't choking when

I'm smoking up the toke when I meet her

I ain't running Danny Phantom

No ghost no greener

No socks no shoes

No pants no wiener

No swimming if you drowning

In the pool at five meters

No sleeping when my head

Is on the ground with my fears

No cry no tears

No cry no tears

Fuck wakin' up feelin' bummy

From the moment his eye opened

He could feel it in his tummy

When he rub his belly it go

South gon' play you like a

Look at him

Runnin' down the mountain when he