Bad

(Hit-Boy)

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Everybody got a third eye, right?

But when you don't take heed, you fail to follow your instincts

Things could go bad

So bad that you might find yourself

In a hole you can't dig yo' way out of

Bustin' at the honeycomb, money on the mental

Ski mask, gloves, two choppers, and a pistol

Outside dark like thoughts niggas thinking

We Hitboy strike, leave sauce niggas leakin'

Speaking on Vix on the list for the lay down

How much the worth, plus dirt where they stay now

Hustle gets whoever, we ain't carin' 'bout the odds

Move with precision, and catch 'em by surprise

Ride for this money, yeah, we gotta run it smooth

Scopin' niggas, hope to win it, slidin' on this move

Stupid ammunition for this mission, it's a groove

If everybody play they part, then can't none of us lose

Scooped up, then maced up, tape in this canister

Heavy construction, we swing with the hammer

Knocked down my blunt, think we all saddled up

Double check weapons, prepare for the rush

Don't nobody bust, 'less you absolutely needed

All the last means left to get to the precedence

Snatch niggas seeds and laugh at they pleadin'

Block every option 'til cash is relinquished

Wish Dash got the kill, with my hands on the stick

Piled in the G, ride mash to the lick

Head across the city, on the backstreets crawlin'

Clicked it off safety as soon as I saw him

Two body guards rotatin' by the entrance

Slid up quick, got straight to my business

Doors flew open, then time slow motion

The young nigga with us let his eyes start smokin'

Blinks stay soakin' as the people stood frozen

Bricks in the open, just to shit, we was hopeless

Secure the location, secure, then we maced 'em

Snatched up the boss, to the back where I take 'em

Full cooperation, you fuckin' with some gangsters

Tell us where the safe, or it's murder in the making

Money or your life now, I'ma do it right now

Playing games, mothafucker, I'ma blow your lights out

Wait 'fore you stretch 'em, 'cause get the message

We bank to the safe, scrape stacks full of cheddar

Duffle bags stuffed with the jewels and the product

Creepin' out the crib, and the pigs just pop up

Soon as a nigga got close to the bag

Reached out for it and his hopes got dashed

E'rything swept up, gone in a flash

One false move and the shit went bad

Can I get a witness?

Eastside niggas with the bidness