Got It Bad Lyrics

What I said, what I say

Turn me up in the headphones

Uhhhhhhh, yea, I got it bad

Uhhhhhhh, I got it bad

Let's run up them racks

Drive this car like we ain't got licenses

They done got too attached

Really seen guys turn to mice and shit

I done set the trend for all you niggas

Feds, put you in my case and you turn witness

Not no OG, boy you a pigeon

But this what I prayed for

Niggas more nosey than neighbors

I put a game on the table

Gave em' the swag and they ran off

How can you say I ain't made ya

When I pull up they act like babies

Everybody wanna go and see Vegas

Stop the cap, boy, you know you ain't no raider

I know real niggas doin' invasions, yeah

I went Prada my lense

AMG on the Benz, she want it

Need to darken the tint

Know they watchin' the Sub like Sony

By the way, then she jump on the D

Would've thought she was ridin' a pony

I could stand in the middle of the field

And I still would not see no opponent

Uhhhhhhh, I got it bad

I got it bad

Uhhhhhhh, I got it bad

I got it bad

Uhhhhhhh, I got it bad

I got it bad

I got it bad

Uhhhhhhh, I got it bad

I got it bad

I got it bad