Bad News

You wanna switch sides, but I ain't got room Don't claim that bitch but I think she coo Marching band ass boy couldn't fill my shoes I'mma run that back, I'mma beat that blue Treat my new chick old, but she act brand new Haven't spent my greens, gonna stack my blues Wifey call me Mob, her mom bad news... Her mom call me bad, bad news... And her mom call me bad, bad news... My bitch call me Mob, but her mom call me bad, bad news Her mom call me bad, bad news Bad, Bad Call me bad, bad Bad, Bad Her mom call me bad, bad news Small talk all that mouth do, huh? What you thought? That these thots don't talk? Or they don't talk bout you? Shit.. Clown moves Just try and put your foot down, clown shoes I'll remind your ass who's around you The dogs interlocked like houndstooth And she left you right where she found you And that's not bout me boy, that's bout you And you in right now, but I'll out you You already shaky, we already doubt Already fake, off a lil bit a clout Tide pod god I'mma wash you out kid Big God Mob, on god I'm bout this Two masks on like I mob with Fauci And I been around the world, boy ya ain't seen shit Talk all ya want but ya ain't me yet Put him on a wave, and he got sea sick Fucked first date hope that makes you sick Fake that smirk while I got you bent Ain't no problem, this is not Houston Please go cry to the bitch you with Please go cry to that bitch you with Please go cry to that bitch you with Please go cry to that bitch you with You wanna switch sides, but I ain't got room Don't claim that bitch but I think she coo Marching band ass boy couldn't fill my shoes I'mma run that back, I'mma beat that blue Treat my new chick old, but she act brand new Haven't spent my greens, gonna stack my blues Wifey call me Mob, her mom bad news... Her mom call me bad, bad news... And her mom call me bad, bad news... My bitch call me Mob, but her mom call me bad, bad news Her mom call me bad, bad news Bad, Bad Call me bad, bad Bad, Bad Her mom call me bad, bad news