Lil Poppa, Rich The Kid - Bad Side lyrics

Yo, Dev, this your song?

What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from?  (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up) bad bitch (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some bitches in this bitch with me
They dead high bad influence on they life
It got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets
Stuffed, I count it up
Make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head
You ever end up on my bad side

Said she don't want no ball player
She don't want no actor
She unbuckled this Gucci off me
Then she fucked a rapper


And then she fucked a trapper
Told her she caught me on my off day
I still go to the hood
I know I'm protected like Allstate
Smoking dope in the law face
Give a fuck what the law say
Why the hell you in them trenches all day
When your new house got a call gate?
And all my neighbors black
And got them racks, this shit here all great
Don't fuck with them, they all
Fake, no love for me, it's all hate
And me and you, we a thing
I'm a fiend for your love, it's a drug
I fucked up, but so what? Shit
It was what it was shit, it is what it is
I can't change how you feel
Fuck all the fame and all the chains
Antisocial 'fore the deal
I'm not social, don't need peers
So please don't come near
And your bad vibes, I don't need 'em
So please don't come here
And I miss all my niggas
I need you right here
Y'all left me, that was selfish, this
Shit I'm taking ain't helping, but uh

What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up) bad bitch (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some bitches in this bitch with me
They dead high bad influence on they life
It got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets
Stuffed, I count it up
Make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head
You ever end up on my bad side (Let's go)

What that is? (What that is?)
That's a Perc' (Perc')
I count half a milli', now my thumbs hurt
(Now my thumbs hurt)
My bitch, she so bad, she got another purse
(She so bad)
If the money short, then I can't make it work
(I can't make it work)
Smokin' out the pound, bitch, I be dead high
Little bit of money on his head
He a dead guy (He dead)
What that is? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Rich Forever known to keep a milli' tucked
I done went and copped the Roll Royce
The truck (The truck)
I was swerving 'cause I keep it in my cup
(In my cup)
Oh, I was swerving 'cause she suck
Me at the red light (Red light)
Went and bought my a new Chanel
She keep the head right (Rich)

What that is you on? (What that is?)
Pour it up (Pour it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (Throw it up) bad bitch (Bad)
'Bout four of 'em ('Bout four of 'em)
Call Chevy, tell 'em we need some more of 'em
I got some bitches in this bitch with me
They dead high bad influence on they life
It got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets
Stuffed, I count it up
Make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head
You ever end up on my bad side

Never forget about the streets 'cause
We was all in 'em (All in 'em)
Fifteen hundred on some sneaks
That's just to ball in 'em (Racks)
Ain't nobody answer for me when
I was calling 'em (That's facts)
And I don't go to graveyards even
Though my dawg in it (That's facts)
Wonder if I told you a secret
Would you keep it? (Would you keep it?)
If I tell you to leave me
Would you leave me? (Would you leave me?)

Wild child yeah