Badseedz

Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked,
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck,
Seeds so rotten,
I won’t ever reap,
If it was impossible to lie,
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak,
Gimme all the funds,
Strapped up like a marching band,
And we banging all our drums,
Said, what,
Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked,
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck,
Seeds so rotten,
I won’t ever reap,
If it was impossible to lie,
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak,

I’m Gripping grain,
Chopping down the block,
Got the slab,
Gleaming,
Looking fresh with the candy paint,
We drink Champagne,
Fuck sipping out the glass,
We just chug it out the bottle,
elegant hoes,
With fat asses,
like some millionaire models,
Full throttle,
Gotta stack and get my bank right,
Gotta stack and get my Gang right,
Bad bitch say she love me,
I had to tell her don’t,
And she better fall in line,
Cause I got other hoes that do the stuff that she won’t
Deposit
On deposit
On deposit
I Got so much money that I need to haul it
Yo chick like the bulge in my pants
Both of em
My dick and 
my wallet
She ain’t picky
Got the best weed
And it’s sticky
Can’t even roll it
That use to be your pussy till
I came through an stole it
Car exotic
Like my bitch be
And she be sucking on my stiffy
So much that it look swollen
I live the life that you dream about
Dirty money
Filthy rich
So filthy that We gotta clean it out

Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck
Seeds so rotten
I won’t ever reap
If it was impossible to lie
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak
Gimme all the funds
Strapped up like a marching band
And we banging all our drums
Said, what
Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck
Seeds so rotten
I won’t ever reap
If it was impossible to lie
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak

Shhhh
Keep quiet
Watch
You niggas look little from the top
And the weather up here way better
Named yo bitch Molly
Like a pill cause she be getting popped
Got cracked like a leaf
Got cracked like a fiend
I know you see my stacks
Even in the distance
I know you see it gleam
Shoes so expensive
These bitches never crease
my house ain’t rented
Never knew a lease
That’s on my momma
That’s on my son
That’s on everything that I’ve ever done
So imma sit back
Me and money got a date
Dior on the tongues of my shoes
Expensive taste
It’s facts that we eat different
You can tell I’m real
Due to the evidence that he isn’t

Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck
Seeds so rotten
I won’t ever reap
If it was impossible to lie
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak
Gimme all the funds
Strapped up like a marching band
And we banging all our drums
Said, what
Yo bitch trynna get me hand fucked
She Butt naked giving top in a lamb truck
Seeds so rotten
I won’t ever reap
If it was impossible to lie
I know some niggas that won’t ever speak
Oh no
No 
No
Lord

Slow dark depressing Gangster blues juke music