BAD NEWS

LYRICS

[Chorus]
You heard that i was bad news
But you got it confused
I rock two Benzy chains got me feeling like I’m that dude
Flights out to Greece with my pop we on the move
Feel like number thirty four b*tch i am the truth
Sold out dates please don’t tell me what it do
Super sick your b*tch at my show and not with you
Me and my brother winners you won’t ever see us lose
Aktive be the label son you better get a clue

[Verse]
Real clean looking swift with a bad b*tch on my hip
Iced out Michael on my wrist
You know cuban that’s my link
Colombiano be my mink
I want the forgiato rims
I hit the lotto with some win
You know the motto b*tch it’s YOLO

Ou YOLO
Pull up gotta go though
Ou DOLO
Move like Han Solo (aye)
She a hoe bro
Took her out to Fogo
Then we hit Yogo and she bust it on the pole

Santa Maria going crazy down on South Street
Fanta with Sangria ou it got me feeling drowsy
Mama mama mia here we go again they doubt me
Anamatapia ou they love to talk about me

They love to talk through the DM
But they hate it when i pull up
Cause they thought they’d never see him
Then i beat him for no reason
Foreign whips for every season
Different b*tch for every meeting
Ten toes down i’m always creeping

[Chorus]
You heard that i was bad news
But you got it confused
I rock two Benzy chains got me feeling like I’m that dude
Flights out to Greece with my pop we on the move
Feel like number thirty four b*tch i am the truth
Sold out dates please don’t tell me what it do
Super sick your b*tch at my show and not with you
Me and my brother winners you won’t ever see us lose
Aktive be the label son you better get a clue