Letra de Bad Days - Icewear Vezzo

(Feat. ["DJ Drama"])

Ain't no way around it

If you can look at a crew and you know who the boss is without looking, then you got, you got the wrong boss

You got the wrong boss

Yeah, he ain't thinking right, he ain't moving y'all right

When you look at me and my homies, you don't know who, who doing what

Right

When me and my, me and my homies go to the strip club and we run up a tab, they don't know who to give the bill to

That's a fact

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

Let's reminisce

'Member all the times (Yeah)

We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town, yeah (On the road)

Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound (Greyhound)

Real street nigga (Yeah), hold it up, a hundred thousand on this crown (Hundred thousand on the crown, y'all remember?)

Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days

I was down on my ass until that bag came

Thirty-thousand-dollar plays, now we mad paid (Thirty bands, nigga)

Used to get it off the road, now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS (Vezzo)

Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit (Throw it)

Bitches know who really up, these niggas know who's lit (IUR)

Ain't only rich on Instagram, we got ownership (Really havin')

Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit (Bah)

Two-forty on the wrist

Bought a condo out in Royal Oak (Royal Oak, what up, though?)

Vacheron Constantin, this ain't no Royal Oak (Big Ice)

Count a million up with Ki when we was on the boat (Kiki)

Offset Forgiats, put them bitches on a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost (Skrrt)

Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)

I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)

Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)

I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)

Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)

I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)

Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)

I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved (Money, DJ Drama)

Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different (Stack it)

Look like you got some money now, that's why you act different

Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah, my facts different (Really live it)

We just motivatin' (Huh)

Put a Rollie on each arm, gotta show [?][1:24]

[?] bring them toys out (Yeah)

You sellin' fetty in the hood, you know them boys on us

Made so much money in the O, they wanna boycott us

Five thousand every fit, bitch, I'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)

Realest niggas in this shit, yeah, we the last breed (We the last of 'em)

Stood on business in the feds, nigga, ask [?][1:35] (No cap)

I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like [?] (Rest in peace)

Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch, I can't see (I can't see)

Niggas plottin' every day, so I can keep it on me (Fah)

Baby fin on my waist, look like a beeper on me (Beeper)

Fuckin' with that blood raw, now I got Jeezy money (That dog food)

Nigga playin' with that pape', put the reaper on him

Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)

I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)

Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)

I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)

Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)

I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)

Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)

I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved (Money)

(Gangsta Grillz)

You know what I'm sayin'?

You would never, yeah

And, and, we got homies that ain't got nothing

But it don't look good

If I got five chains on, my homeboy got five chains on, everybody jeweled up

One of the homies, he, he ain't got no jewelry on, everybody pass him a chain

Everybody give him a hundred dollars

It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to go to the club with

And he ain't gon' play nothin'

So now he might lose some of his thousand dollars

He got kids, five hundred go to them, he just got blessed just comin' to the club

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