ฟังเพลงFrom Down Bad (Clean)

Song: From Down Bad

Artist: Lil Yachty

Lyrics: Earl on the Beat & Lil Yachty

Composed: Earl on the Beat

(Earl on the beat)

It's the code

Everybody live by the code, it's the code

Yeah, hey, hey, brrt

Run up an M from down bad

Plottin' on hoes I ain't had

Percs in my pocket from laundromat

My bitch get a bag from her old man

Don't judge no one

Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone

She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (Boom)

My son an icon, suck me with my ice on

Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one

Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund

The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon

Ride with my niggas, they ridin' for sure (For sure)

Your old nigga act like a ho

Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (Brrt)

We can just see where it go

My lil' baby get high, ayy

She off two tens, she living like Scotty

Moving her body, now she up at Follies

My Mexican bitch up in Phoenix, she looking like Barkley, ayy

Fuck on that bitch in the whip, the Maybach like an RV (Skrrt), mmh

Lil' nigga, you wasn't gang when the gang called me RD

One second (Uh)

I'm with them soldiers now (Uh)

Running up bags, how? (Uh)

Everyone know me now

Run up an M from down bad (Let's go)

Plottin' on hoes I ain't had (Yeah)

Percs in my pocket from laundromat (Yeah)

My bitch get a bag from her old man (Yeah)

Don't judge no one (Nah)

Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone

She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (Boom)

My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on

Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one

Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund (Run it up)

The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon

I know they need me

Without me, they square as a TV (Facts)

Like me and leave me

I'ma be rich 'til I D-I-E

These niggas act like the CIA

Too calm being broke, must be off the CBD (Yeah)

Earrings like DVDs

I do VVs, these niggas do CZs (Yeah)

That's why when you see them, you do not see me (Go)

Niggas be big Crips, still wanna be me

I'm tryna fuck, don't take up my evening

I want that top, seasoning

From the four-four, with so

Big Draco gon' blow (Boom)

Run up an M from down bad (Yeah)

Plottin' on hoes I ain't had

Percs in my pocket from laundromat

My bitch get a bag from her old man

Don't judge no one (No, no)

Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone

She ridin' dick (Yeah), and her best friend shotgun (Yeah)

My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on (Oh, yeah)

Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one

Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund

The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon