R3CKL3SS - Bad Decisions
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Look I made myself clear once or twice
Pick up the mic just to make up a right
Right?
Why does everybody try stupid shit when I'm hype? Like
Who the hell even writes rights
I feel like I'm high when I write
Maybe it's the fame or it's the right types
Getting psyched, psyche!
I feel like I'm Mike Ty
Fighting for a light night
White guy
How the hell does he never try try
Oh...
I can get tough
Never really gave a fuck
I can make a whole verse and never even cuss
Crux that beat was tough huh?
Man im stuck up, duh bruh
Ima ma- monsta leavin' out the vodka
Comin' across ya be a disaster
I can hulk smash ya
Do- do- don't test me, get a bit testy
Im in a 10 speed eatin chicken tendies
Bitter bad ending
(Making bad decisions)
Suckin' my big dick
Doin' this rap shit
Fuckin' this fat bitch
Takin' my last hit
(Making bad decisions)
These bitches ratchet
Grabin my hatchet
Show you a hat trick
(Making bad decisions)
Show you what happens
When I start rappin'
You get to cappin'
We get to trappin'
Fat bitches clappin'
(Making bad decisions)
Ain't no more lackin'
Grabbin' my mac-10
Too good at rappin'
Diamonds all up in the sun
Yeah we ain't gon' fuckin' run
Dumb as shit he ain't my son
Always gotta grip my gun
I'm just tryna have some fun
Stacks so big they weigh a ton
Yeah she got that great punan
Sweet as fuck no Cinnabon
Bitch like
What you got to give
Open up that case or I'm airin' out this crib
Eatin up this pussy don't need no fucking bib
Hit you with these bullets yeah I'm breaking all your ribs
She may be yo hoe but I'm still callin' dibs
All my shit fire yeah don't need no adlibs
Ugh
Wait
You don't wanna play
Run up on me and I'm fuckin' up yo day
Brodie think he hard so I up it to his face
Drivin' real fast but this ain't no fuckin race
Yeah we leave the scene ain't leave no fuckin trace
Mixin' up these drugs yeah ain't no fuckin' lace
Big booty bitches buy bombs blow up bygones
My mom said my son made 999 records this month
They want me to release this song but this shit takin' way too too long
Hi mom I'm on rhyme zone my phones fucked up I I can't can't figure 8 why though
Skatin' with these bitches out too late
Oo wait self medicate I'm too late on a 2 Tuesday
Ridin' in a Maybach yeah we get it cruising
We always win don't do no losing
Already picked can't do no choosing
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
Pick up the mic just to make up a right
Right?
Why does everybody try stupid shit when I'm hype? Like
Who the hell even writes rights
I feel like I'm high when I write
Maybe it's the fame or it's the right types
Getting psyched, psyche!
I feel like I'm Mike Ty
Fighting for a light night
White guy
How the hell does he never try try
Oh...
I can get tough
Never really gave a fuck
I can make a whole verse and never even cuss
Crux that beat was tough huh?
Man im stuck up, duh bruh
Ima ma- monsta leavin' out the vodka
Comin' across ya be a disaster
I can hulk smash ya
Do- do- don't test me, get a bit testy
Im in a 10 speed eatin chicken tendies
Bitter bad ending
(Making bad decisions)
Suckin' my big dick
Doin' this rap shit
Fuckin' this fat bitch
Takin' my last hit
(Making bad decisions)
These bitches ratchet
Grabin my hatchet
Show you a hat trick
(Making bad decisions)
Show you what happens
When I start rappin'
You get to cappin'
We get to trappin'
Fat bitches clappin'
(Making bad decisions)
Ain't no more lackin'
Grabbin' my mac-10
Too good at rappin'
Diamonds all up in the sun
Yeah we ain't gon' fuckin' run
Dumb as shit he ain't my son
Always gotta grip my gun
I'm just tryna have some fun
Stacks so big they weigh a ton
Yeah she got that great punan
Sweet as fuck no Cinnabon
Bitch like
What you got to give
Open up that case or I'm airin' out this crib
Eatin up this pussy don't need no fucking bib
Hit you with these bullets yeah I'm breaking all your ribs
She may be yo hoe but I'm still callin' dibs
All my shit fire yeah don't need no adlibs
Ugh
Wait
You don't wanna play
Run up on me and I'm fuckin' up yo day
Brodie think he hard so I up it to his face
Drivin' real fast but this ain't no fuckin race
Yeah we leave the scene ain't leave no fuckin trace
Mixin' up these drugs yeah ain't no fuckin' lace
Big booty bitches buy bombs blow up bygones
My mom said my son made 999 records this month
They want me to release this song but this shit takin' way too too long
Hi mom I'm on rhyme zone my phones fucked up I I can't can't figure 8 why though
Skatin' with these bitches out too late
Oo wait self medicate I'm too late on a 2 Tuesday
Ridin' in a Maybach yeah we get it cruising
We always win don't do no losing
Already picked can't do no choosing
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
(Making bad decisions)
