BAD TING by Ozzy Wacko Lyrics
I just come up with the bad shit ting boy trapping
Pull up with bad shit ting boy back it
I got the flow and you ain't never had it
Run it up run it up bitches on me like a magnet
Ice cold dancing
Flex like im manson
Tackling tackling hoes, foes
Like a champion
Real good fanta
Fade like phantom
Wrist froze, santa
Dirty moves, handsome
Pull up the bad shit ting boy trappin
Never been on scene but I know I dont rag it
Whats up, ayy, boy whats been clappin
Run up with the sack with the pack and I pack it
Upping the up game with the same damn gang and
Same damn team as I never be raggin
Never been out like this so whats happening
Damn its real hot in here but im classy
Pull up with the bad shit ting fuck a bad bitch
Ring on my phone acting like it never happened
Real talk fake talk u ain’t even talking
When I go flex lil bitch just stalking
No time stalling
Running Neva walking
Peek it, yung thai kill the beat sleeping
Shit so cold, man you prolly never seen it
Hear me screaming “girl you bad"
Pull up with the bad shit tackle
Took yo price, now we innis bitch shaggin
Baby want snow but I tell her no cracking
She jus wanna fuck and I give her the hella passion
When I go far, and I go to far
And the sky turn black, outta track
Imma hit em with a real good fraction
Action, run up with the sauce and I splash it, mash it
Bad shit ting boi trappin
"Bad shit ting boy trapping
Said its really, really bad shit, wow
Wait a second, i need a small break"
"what you have just been listening to has only been a test, to create momentum for the song. Now we really begin the real thing"
I just run app with a bad bad bitch
Like im bad boy rich
Like a frat boy bitch
In a auto
I ain't saying names saying cargo
Imma with the motherfucking lotto, chateau, yeahh
Bad shit ting boi trappin
Run up now im bad shit ting boi rappin
Ain't never thought that I had this talent
Bitch be gone, I ain’t feeling like talking, nah
I ain't feeling like talking
Said i ain't feelin
I ain't feeling like talking
I ain't feelin like
You already know what im not feelin like..
So please walk on yo way im stalking
Please dont stunt on way im talking
Ain't never crawling always speedin
I be doing this for myself, no secret
Run it up pull it up whatever o' say
I be doing this bullshit everyday
And I really wanna get my own ass paid
Bad shit ting boi u need a band aid
Wassup uglyass reading my lyrics
Pull up with bad shit ting boy back it
I got the flow and you ain't never had it
Run it up run it up bitches on me like a magnet
Ice cold dancing
Flex like im manson
Tackling tackling hoes, foes
Like a champion
Real good fanta
Fade like phantom
Wrist froze, santa
Dirty moves, handsome
Pull up the bad shit ting boy trappin
Never been on scene but I know I dont rag it
Whats up, ayy, boy whats been clappin
Run up with the sack with the pack and I pack it
Upping the up game with the same damn gang and
Same damn team as I never be raggin
Never been out like this so whats happening
Damn its real hot in here but im classy
Pull up with the bad shit ting fuck a bad bitch
Ring on my phone acting like it never happened
Real talk fake talk u ain’t even talking
When I go flex lil bitch just stalking
No time stalling
Running Neva walking
Peek it, yung thai kill the beat sleeping
Shit so cold, man you prolly never seen it
Hear me screaming “girl you bad"
Pull up with the bad shit tackle
Took yo price, now we innis bitch shaggin
Baby want snow but I tell her no cracking
She jus wanna fuck and I give her the hella passion
When I go far, and I go to far
And the sky turn black, outta track
Imma hit em with a real good fraction
Action, run up with the sauce and I splash it, mash it
Bad shit ting boi trappin
"Bad shit ting boy trapping
Said its really, really bad shit, wow
Wait a second, i need a small break"
"what you have just been listening to has only been a test, to create momentum for the song. Now we really begin the real thing"
I just run app with a bad bad bitch
Like im bad boy rich
Like a frat boy bitch
In a auto
I ain't saying names saying cargo
Imma with the motherfucking lotto, chateau, yeahh
Bad shit ting boi trappin
Run up now im bad shit ting boi rappin
Ain't never thought that I had this talent
Bitch be gone, I ain’t feeling like talking, nah
I ain't feeling like talking
Said i ain't feelin
I ain't feeling like talking
I ain't feelin like
You already know what im not feelin like..
So please walk on yo way im stalking
Please dont stunt on way im talking
Ain't never crawling always speedin
I be doing this for myself, no secret
Run it up pull it up whatever o' say
I be doing this bullshit everyday
And I really wanna get my own ass paid
Bad shit ting boi u need a band aid
Wassup uglyass reading my lyrics