Hotboii - Bad News lyrics

I just got a bad phone call, bad news
Isolate myself and headin' to the back room
Just to left some steam off, I got a write
If I stay around all these niggas
In this bitch then imma fight
I done fought so many times in
One week I didn't write
I been staying up late
Night thinking bout life
I really wanna buy you anything that you like
But do you like me or is it the fame you like

I had a bad phone call I heard
That my nigga got done got roped off
What's the word
Yeah you saying that you riding and
It sound like you do
But I know you ain't riding you
Be lying like you do
I know what's up with you
Know I'm that nigga in the streets
You wanted me stuck with you
I had a plan B and C that's a couple two
And if B don't work then
I'm going straight to C
And if C don't work then
I'm dropping straight B

Was trying to stop switching routes
I had to retie
Fuck nigga your rap gang alredy need to retie
Including you I had so many
Niggas tring to reach out
They ain't fuck with me but now
They on they knees now haha
Why these rap niggas so funny to me
Remember I was the underdog but
Now they underneath me
Ain't nobody give me shit
But a cold shoulder
If I wasn't who I was today
I would of froze though

And these bitches ain't gon rock
They ain't go no mode
Hotboii you should've just listened to
What your bros told you
Yeah I know I see the ways as I grow older
I like my bitches hot as me
Push it with no odor
Hotboii you got that float boy
And you know all these niggas gon'
Bite you already know boy
It's a whole lot of piranhas in the O boy
And if this rap shit don't work
Then I'm on dope boy

I been thinkin bout my future
And it's been lookin bright
Facetime me that pussy what
It's looking like
If you was ridin' past a
Nigga youd be trippin' right
Baby girl that cut me deep
With a butcher knife
Look left then right before you
Cross a nigga up
They gon' let this rap shit
Come and boss a nigga up
Hope that pussy ain't too tight with
Me then imma need some more
Lil green bitch
I don't know how I bless you with the sun

You sleep I was in the booth round two some
You would think I got ADHD
I'm always doing some
But I wasn't doing nun
Countin' money while I'm doin' her
She know I'm a dog to beat a
Bone and a imma chew it up
Label me abusive, cause I beat the clock too
Right before the buzzer bullets fly
Shall I drop two
Why I gotta go hard? cause
I'm not you I gotchu
Baby if you hang around the
Thots you I got you

I'll never be chop school
Just so I can feel out yo
Mama I don't chop boo
She just wanna c
Hold me down had her holding up
But she can't wait a minute
That's the same bitch from when I was
Hittin I was staying in it

Hoe I got you litty
Don't ever forget me
Everything happens for a reason
Imma ball out for a season