Letra de Bad Kids - Polo G

(Feat. GloRilla)

(Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby)

All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers

Woofin' on the net like he a threat until we came to get you

Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga

Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor

I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas

I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas

My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim

I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga

She know I ain't shit, I just pay her bills and give her dick

I get jammed up, then hold me down for real if you my bitch

Love a crazy bitch who act delusional and pull up quick

I ain't chasin' shit, ain't scared of losin' you 'cause, bitch, I'm lit

Don't get cocky, I don't want you, baby, I just want some dick

Don't get too comfortable, I'm really known for changin' niggas quick

I don't care about you enough to lie to me, lie to your bitch

I be delusional with all my niggas, you probably number six

Lil' ho be actin' tough, still gon' have her screamin' when we fuck

Always act enough, I feel like need to get it rough

I like the grown shit, ain't too much I'm gon' need when I'm with her

Make her tone switch, like, "Whenever you need it, just pull up"

She like gang members, rep my block, I'm still that same nigga

High off painkillers, still won't lack, 'll let that flame hit you

Lil' bro like Dame Lillard, caught two hats and tapped the same trigger

Bae, I'm a paid nigga, they might got dog shit, but they ain't richer

I know he ain't shit, I just play along and fake it with me

Dick so good, wish I could package it in my purse and take it with me

I'm in my feelings, y'all, had to just cut off my favorite nigga

Back to the streets, I appreciate y'all being patient with me

I like an honest nigga, keep it P, don't put me in no drama

I ain't stupid, nigga, stop actin' like you hate your baby mama

He give me head, all up in it, shakin' his dreads like Waka Flocka

Like, ugh (Damn), ugh (Hey), ugh (Woo), ugh (Shit)

All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers

Woofin' on the net like he a threat until we came to get you

Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga

Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor

I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas

I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas

My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim

I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga

¿Te encanta la letra de Bad Kids? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!