GMO Stax, Icewear Vezzo - Bad Ass Kid lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Body for body, attempt for attempt
You probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks
They keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live
That hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest nigga
Watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots
Bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots
He on a shitbag everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?

Just like Ricky
In the alley where we caught his ass
And we get back gang just like Doе Boy
Fuck a back door, gang open the front door
I'm a jackass
They hatе how I'm pullin' stunts on 'em
Bullets fast as hell, they hawk you down
You can't run from 'em
Bulletproof vest, nigga, I ain't goin' for it
Pull down they block slow
'cause they be runnin' from us
I be havin' to go slow 'cause
She be runnin' from it
I got the ball in my hands
I can't fumble on 'em
I don't trust these niggas, one up top
Always clutchin' on it
Stood ten in my whites
The winter and the summer
That ain't your bitch, if I want her
I'll get her from you
Don't get caught on the other side
'cause it's still fuck 'em
Fucked a hundred other hoes and
She still love me
All them L's that we took, bitch
We still goin' chasin' all that clout
Your ass gon' get killed for it

Body for body, attempt for attempt
You probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks
They keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live
That hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest nigga
Watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots
Bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots
He on a shitbag everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?

Caught that pussy nigga lackin'
Where your blick at?
Rub up on him with that pipe
Where your wrist hmm
I be thuggin' in my hood
Right where the Crips at love to dress
Twenty thousand gone just to mismatch
I just dropped a pint of
Clean in a dollar pop
They like how he drinkin' Act' and
That shit out of stock?
Ran it up from makin' crumbs
Finna buy the block
Hit Miami, I'm with SpotemGottem
We just spot an opp
Forty for that rubber band, yeah
I just blew the face up that Drakey
This bitch singin' like it's Coi Leray
I make music for the robbers
Been done blew the bass in your town
Got a hundred shooters movin'
Through the state

Body for body, attempt for attempt
You probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks
They keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live
That hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest nigga
Watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots
Bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots
He on a shitbag everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up
Where your wrist at?

Everybody, ayy yeah, ah, yeah