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Got It Bad
by Yank
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Rip the paper tags, I might snatch it off the lot and rip the paper tags
Yeah, swear I got it bad…yeah
I mix Gucci with the Prada yeah I got it bad
We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs
Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag
I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags
Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash
Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags
Was hittin licks inside a stolo now it's first class
Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back
(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees
Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys
Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges
I put diamonds on my pendant, got bugs bunny carrots in it
Yeah I wanna confess my sins but I'm still selling drugs so I can't repent
(Yeah) He ain't even know we had a drac behind this five percent tint
If I get caught wit all this here you know the charge gone be intent
Fuck it I weighed out all the options and I'm still gone take the risk yeah
I mix Gucci wit the Prada yeah I got it bad
We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs
Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag
I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags
Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash
Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags
Was hitting licks inside a stolo now it's first class
Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back
(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees
Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys
Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges
I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it (yeah)
Yeah I got it bad, swear I got it bad
I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it
Rip the paper tags, I might snatch it off the lot and rip the paper tags
Yeah, swear I got it bad…yeah
I mix Gucci with the Prada yeah I got it bad
We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs
Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag
I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags
Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash
Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags
Was hittin licks inside a stolo now it's first class
Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back
(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees
Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys
Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges
I put diamonds on my pendant, got bugs bunny carrots in it
Yeah I wanna confess my sins but I'm still selling drugs so I can't repent
(Yeah) He ain't even know we had a drac behind this five percent tint
If I get caught wit all this here you know the charge gone be intent
Fuck it I weighed out all the options and I'm still gone take the risk yeah
I mix Gucci wit the Prada yeah I got it bad
We the ones that's selling pounds these niggas selling halfs
Just hit on a piece and stuck the cheese in a designer bag
I go snatch it off the lot rip up the paper tags
Know the drops on all my opps I sent em DoorDash
Ima send em out in style and give em toe tags
Was hitting licks inside a stolo now it's first class
Know how it feel to really be broke so I can't go back
(Yeah) Trap nigga on his knees, shootin craps smokin trees
Word to my lil brudda Lee, we been out here serving keys
Dope spot trampoline, jumping off the hinges
I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it (yeah)
Yeah I got it bad, swear I got it bad
I put diamonds on my pendant got bugs bunny carrots in it
