Bad Guyz by Dot Mob Lyrics
[Intro: T-Rex & K-Shine]
Dot Mob bitch
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
[Verse: K-Shine & T-Rex]
I started Summer Madness, I finished it
Dot Mob started this battle shit, so we ending it
We gon’ go to jail for these bodies, won’t get to send us in
And I’m ‘bout to kill X-Factor, so the nemesis
Came home on a winning streak, I been in this
Y’all niggas’ game played out, y’all like Genesis
Man we should call y’all Arnold, y’all been a dick
Grip the fifth, clip for clip
Hit or miss, spin his whip, and his bitch
Round hammers, like we got a, millimeter, membership
When you see the toast come out, it’s no cinnamon
Want a war? Send ‘em in
A hundred hammers, 50 men
Helmets, goggles, camouflage, with the Timbs
Run outta bullets I got the knife, go ‘head and rip ‘em then
Heard about them Dot Mob niggas, we get it in
Killed a whole bunch of niggas K but I ain’t done yet
Still a whole list of niggas, so who you want next?
I put a hollow in calicoe to get rid of Cortez
Grab Arsonal and clean up the blood with the boy dreads
Shit Rex, that’s all you gon’ do?
Man don’t worry ‘bout me man, what about you?
Shit I’ll damage every noun around Aye Verb, toss the nine
Shoot DNA and show X if he crossed the line
Damn K you got it out for niggas
We the bad guys, it’s time to wild out on niggas
A’ight, tell Dizaster to suck a dick
Bet, tell Iron Solomon I said he a bitch
Next, Yung Ill, heard he used to walk with a switch, in a dress
And he let a grown man put his dick, on his neck
Aye Verb got hair like a Puerto Rican fag
I’ll put Cortez in a Puerto Rican bag
Hold up K, chill my brother just put ya’ weapon down
We gotta save some of this ammo for the second round
Zip ‘em up
Dot Mob bitch
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
Dot Mob’s here, the bad guys back
[Verse: K-Shine & T-Rex]
I started Summer Madness, I finished it
Dot Mob started this battle shit, so we ending it
We gon’ go to jail for these bodies, won’t get to send us in
And I’m ‘bout to kill X-Factor, so the nemesis
Came home on a winning streak, I been in this
Y’all niggas’ game played out, y’all like Genesis
Man we should call y’all Arnold, y’all been a dick
Grip the fifth, clip for clip
Hit or miss, spin his whip, and his bitch
Round hammers, like we got a, millimeter, membership
When you see the toast come out, it’s no cinnamon
Want a war? Send ‘em in
A hundred hammers, 50 men
Helmets, goggles, camouflage, with the Timbs
Run outta bullets I got the knife, go ‘head and rip ‘em then
Heard about them Dot Mob niggas, we get it in
Killed a whole bunch of niggas K but I ain’t done yet
Still a whole list of niggas, so who you want next?
I put a hollow in calicoe to get rid of Cortez
Grab Arsonal and clean up the blood with the boy dreads
Shit Rex, that’s all you gon’ do?
Man don’t worry ‘bout me man, what about you?
Shit I’ll damage every noun around Aye Verb, toss the nine
Shoot DNA and show X if he crossed the line
Damn K you got it out for niggas
We the bad guys, it’s time to wild out on niggas
A’ight, tell Dizaster to suck a dick
Bet, tell Iron Solomon I said he a bitch
Next, Yung Ill, heard he used to walk with a switch, in a dress
And he let a grown man put his dick, on his neck
Aye Verb got hair like a Puerto Rican fag
I’ll put Cortez in a Puerto Rican bag
Hold up K, chill my brother just put ya’ weapon down
We gotta save some of this ammo for the second round
Zip ‘em up