Bad Guy (feat. Millyz, Smoke Bulga) (Explicit)

Bad Guy(feat. Millyz, Smoke Bulga) (Explicit) - Slaine

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol and common asshole

Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle

From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international

I'm all about the cash flow

You can look it how I get it

Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic

I'm a crook and I'm pathetic

I keep pushing till I get it

Got the pedal to the medal I ain't looking where I'm headed

Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV

They got their dick hard from the b**ch who sitting next to me

Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be

You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free

Real funny super f**ks cock suckers wanna steal from me

I made a fire never played guitars

Spend my errands and make my pill money

Speak the truth don't tell no lies

I never talk but a black toe

I'm no model but a cold heart I'm so smart that I act dumb

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol like I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol like I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

30 perk 30's on alert early

Riding filthy so filthy I can dirt dirty

Get the gurb birdy

Flip the bird sturdy

Had these f**kin rappers

Ye you nerds heard me

Tear the lies and vandalize in your habitat

Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac

Black boots black brin with the master match

Hallucinations is satan b**ches is pastor rap

I'm so gone sh*t I'm f**king faded

I ball the ounce sh*t I'm f**king waited

Put some cheese on your head get your f**king grading

Make a flick with your b**ch

Look me in my sippy cutting is me with that piggy tux

Don't miss me with that siffy stuff

Dipsy getting pissy but that milli right in milli gut

I came up doing risky stuff I risk my life for 50 bucks

Turked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol like I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

I'm the bad guy the bad guy with the black gun

When I black out with the mac out

Somebody asked out like a fat b**ch in the G string

It's a G thing like the doctor

And the dough father free my dogs on

Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a f**k sick 'em on his a**

And I'm laughin up as I feed 'em all

In my postal lunch sick as f**k

I'm deranged twisted brain

Insane in a membrane

I'm a fly dream on a ship maine

That's a blue dream with a creep mass

Sippin red rozay with the pirule

Free man with the low gain

Like G man

What the f**k the b**ches

If I'm stiff like a mannequin

With the lube balls with anything

I can't stand the b**ch

What it came the b**ch from Los Angeles

With phase up that's fatter than that a** of my Atlanta b**ch

Get abandon ship this life ship going down with it

I'm the captive b**ch immaculate with this rapper sh*t

Turn about this back wits

How you wack b**ch

Baptize the jaw like a baptist

You f**king lame my least flame

See smoke see the flames

Smoking millies it's point plain

Let 'em bang deep brain

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol like I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

Cheeky eyed irish alcohol like I'm an asshole

Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes