Going Bad - Maxime Collin

Lyrics by：Westen Broek Weiss/Aubrey Drake Graham/Wesley Tyler Glass/Robert Rihmeek Williams

Composed by：Westen Broek Weiss/Aubrey Drake Graham/Wesley Tyler Glass/Robert Rihmeek Williams

Yeah yeah

Wheezy outta here

Jeez jeez

Back home smokin' legal legal

I got more slaps than the beatles beatles

Foreign s**t runnin' on diesel dawg

Playin' with my name that s**t is lethal dawg

Who you say you was

Don Corleone

Trust me at the top it isn't lonely strapped

Everybody actin' like they know me dawg

Don't just say you're down you gotta show me

What you gotta do

Bring the clip back empty it's empty

You asked to see the boss so they sent me dawg

Sent me dawg

I just broke her off with a 10 piece dawg

10 piece dawg

That ain't nothin' I'm just bein' friendly dawg

It's just a lil' 10 piece for her

Just to blow it in the mall

Doesn't mean that we're involved

I just what I just uh put a Richard on the card

I ain't grow up playin' ball

But I'll show you how the f**k you gotta do it

If you really wanna ball 'til you fall

When your back against the wall

And a bunch of n***as need you to go away

Still goin' bad on 'em anyway

Saw you last night but did it broad day

Yeah lot of Murakami in the hallway

Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place

Girl I left your love at magic now it's all shade

Still goin' bad on you anyway

Woah woah ooh woah

Woah woah ah

I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris 80 racks

Me and drizzy back to back it's gettin' scary

Back to back

If you f**kin' with my opps just don't come near me

Get outta my way

Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry

Brrt brrt ooh

Richard Mille cost a Lambo

That's a Lambo

Known to keep the baddest b***hes on commando salute

Every time I'm in my trap I move like rambo extended

Ain't a neighborhood in philly that I can't go

That's a fendi

For real

She said oh you rich rich you rich rich

B***h I graduated call me big fish Marlin

I got Lori Harvey on my wish list

That's Lori

That's the only thing I want for Christmas

True story uh

I've been had my way out here yeah

Know that's facts facts

You ain't livin' that s**t you say yeah

We know that's cap that's cap

You ain't got to ask me when you see me

Know I'm strapped brrt

DC OVO we back again we goin' plat'

Ooh ooh

It's just a lil' 10 piece for her

Just to blow it in the mall

Doesn't mean that we're involved

I just what I just uh put a Richard on the card

I ain't grow up playin' ball

But I'll show you how the f**k you gotta do it

If you really wanna ball 'til you fall

When your back against the wall

And a bunch of n***as need you to go away

Still goin' bad on 'em anyway

Saw you last night but did it broad day