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People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends It's only natural I suppose, but we're all super good friends Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um I'm above average I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it, I'ma squeeze Bad companies, bad for your company Bad companies, bad for your company Mac and the ski mask, in case you come for me Got the Mac and the ski mask, in case you come for me When I say I got beef, they don't want no beef When they say they got beef, they don't wanna eat If he said he wants smoke, they don't want no steam She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad Had a bachelors degree, PhD while sellin' speed Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin' on her self-esteem Hit up Bloc (brr), yo' this Flock Nigga, where you at? pin the drop, uh My new map location be the block on the app I need money and confidence, nah nahm Bad bitches, I don't even know the company, hahahaha Letras de canciones You can't hang baby, we don't want you 'round here Ice on my neck and it's froze, Santa's reindeer You got bad bitches, hella hoes, it's the same here You bad company, lil bro you can't hang here Gettin' money so the bottles keep on comin' (they keep on comin') Phone ringin' so you know the trap jumpin' (what you want) That nigga lookin' at me, he owe me some money (I need that) Hit 'em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin' (no feedback) Why these niggas playin' games? They don't want no problems with me, my shooters got good aim You know I brought them shottas with me Might of hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin' Them niggas were opposition They move wrong, so I shot them bitches Dark shades, too much smoke I could barely see the fumes Actin' brand new like I don't see you when I do Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don't they Bad company, that's bad for your company (strangers) Bad company, that's bad for your company (player haters) Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees Flintstone bustdown color Murakami Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me I'ma come clean, I got hella beef Paranoia got me rollin' up my sleeves, okay Niggas hatin' cause I'm uppin' up the fees Whole team got B's on they Tees, all day I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losing all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it I'ma squeeze I'm above average From Letras Mania