down bad lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
Tell ’em, slime

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Yeah, I am the king of the E.A.​
Get this bitch screwed like the DJ (Big slime)
Yeah, I am the shit where we play
We got them choppers where we play (Okay)
Yeah, come through the city
We gon’ chop your ass up just like some sushi (Yeah)
AK-47, stick go stupid (Yeah)
Drop the money off on the way…

[Verse 2: JID]
Okay, lil’ dirty, nappy-headed East Atlanta nigga
Father said that I was a force
.44, Hank Aaron chrome
Wanna make it home? Then get out the Porsche
Let a nigga cover FADER ‘fore I have to fade a nigga at the FADER Fort
It’s tomato or tomato, either way, the boy the greatest
Play it, I won’t say it no more
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown
Board of Education vs. Brown
I was bored of education, left the town
Fuck a résumé and fuck a cap and gown
Fuck a background check back ’round when I get the check
Nigga, that’s now

[Chorus: JID]
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown

[Verse 3: Bas]
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
Picked up the pad, picked up the slack
Pick of the litter, don’t litter no bag
Bassy been pickin’ up racks, raps comin’ clearer than Acuvue 2
And I’m back in the booth
Got ’em hackin’ a Shaq ’cause they lackin’ the juice
Niggas droppin’ the ball, they on Shaqtin’ a Fool
Actavis drool down the side of yo face
We ain’t jackin’ it, we ain’t dappin’ them fools
Get a napkin, you dudes is embarassin’
Who going crazy like us? No comparison
Dreamville like Marion Jones on the steroids
Y’all niggas slow as a heroin high
Y’all had a year, y’all had a year?
Y’all had a year, but you let it go by
Yee

[Chorus: JID]
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown

[Verse 4: J. Cole]
Dreamville head honcho
Bitch, we came from nothin’ just like the big bang theory
The poverty stains kept the pain buried
And covered the shame with a dream
We would have fortune and fame
A mil’ in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry
Now little Jermaine got the same story
As that boy out of St. Vincent-St. Mary, G.O.A.T.​
All hail King Cole, first of his name, long may he reign
The boy got the throne, but you know it ain’t a game
Ville nigga, I was born in the same
Pressure cooker that’s been known to bust a lump of coal and make a diamond
Two six, we enrolled in Reaganomics
Crew sick, we the Golden State of rhyming, on God

[Verse 5: Johnny Venus]
You could die today, so be hell to pay
I’m a livin’, breathin’, schemin’ testimony
So don’t test me, homie, put the knee in horny
Put a foot up that ass, you a steppin’ stone
All my niggas ain’t gettin’ no sleep
All of my niggas be chasin’ their dreams
Ooh, I’m a force of nature, I can’t wait to date ya
I was havin’ problems ’til I had to break through
All my tattoos for sure, they ain’t never for show
Might get tattooed on tour, tell ya ho get the door
Spend my time makin’ love to your thoughts
Gon’ get in line, baby, slut up your mind
It’s a brand new season, I’m a righteous heathen
I take on the challenge and I leave it bleedin’
I was down bad, now I’m even Steven
And I’m leavin’, leavin’ every fuckin’ weekend (Oh)

[Chorus: JID]
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown

#From down bad lyrics lil yachty :

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)
It’s the code
Everybody live by the code, it’s the code
Yeah, hey, hey, brrt

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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)

[Chorus]
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

#Down bad freestyle lyrics :

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Fuck you, bitch ass nigga
Pussy ass nigga, broke ass nigga
Black ass nigga, ugly ass nigga
I’ll beat the fuck out of you if I catch you, nigga

[Verse 1]
First off, fuck your likes and fuck your views
We gon’ tell you why we don’t really fuck with you
Number one, ’cause you a bitch
Nigga, I was just tryna eat, but you got clout and dipped
And that’s when somethin’ changed
The nigga that I was supportin’, he was not the same
Now all my niggas breakin’ up and you the one to blame
And that shit really lame, and that shit made me hot
Remember back when we was at war with K-pop
We told you that we trusted you and you were our pilot
While we were gettin’ shot, you had your account on private
And we was gettin’ death threats and shit was gettin’ violent
And we asked you for help, but you always stayed silent

[Bridge]
Uh, you always stayed silent
You always stayed silent, yeah
Mm, uh

[Verse 2]
I cannot beef with niggas that be stealing all their tweets
These niggas talkin’ shit, but they do not talk shit to me
They already know that Slade is undefeated
If I pull up on ’em, I’ma leave his pants brown, like Cleveland
Uh, yeah, like Cleveland
Told him he gon’ die this evening
Told him he gon’ die this evening
This a diss track, so we smokin’ a pack
We know where he stay at
We got guns, like Apex
Smokin’, bring them K’s back
Smokin’, bring them K’s back
Smokin’, bring them K’s back
Yeah, we want our payback, uh
Niggas talkin’ shit, niggas gettin’ really cocky
I’ma beat ’em up like Rocky
Get the money, asap, no Rocky
Niggas talkin’ all that shit, but these niggas blocked me
Niggas talkin’ all that shit, but these niggas blocked me

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah these niggas blocked me
Yeah, yeah these niggas blocked me
Yeah, yeah, but they can never top me

[Outro]
Yeah, and this for Abe
Fuck you bitch ass, pussy ass nigga
Ugly ass nigga, dark ass nigga
Black ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Orphan ass nigga, thot ass mom havin’ ass nigga
STD havin’ ass nigga, walkin’ STD ass nigga
Fake Dior wearin’ ass nigga
Fake ass clothes wearin’ ass nigga
Broke ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Family ain’t never had no mother fuckin’ portions ass nigga
“I was supposed to be an abortion” ass nigga
Dirty ass nigga, bum ass nigga
Black ass nigga, ugly ass nigga
Dumb ass nigga
I hope yo’ ass get ran over, bitch ass nigga
Pussy ass nigga, dumb ass, bitch ass, idiotic ass nigga
Stupid, dumb, goofy, remedial, ug- idiotic ass nigga
Goofy ass boy
Fuck you, nigga
And fuck all your dick riders that’s gonna be in my comments too
Them niggas already know what’s up with you
Niggas got fuckin’ 2,000 followers, 5-, 500,000 tweets and 3 likes on each
Get the fuck, get the fuck out with me, pussy ass niggas
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Fuck that nigga Jibbly Jello
(Here comes a new challenger)

[Part 2]

[Intro]
(Ayy, I let the clout get to my head, it’s cool, it’s fine)
Clout is a dangerous drug
Man, this nigga fuckin’ 19 in the army (Sosa on the beat)
Livin’ in Virginia
Nigga, I know where you stay
I know your social security number, nigga
Like, you really fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
But, I guess “Jibbly Jello,” this clout shit is… ayy

[Verse]
Talkin’ shit on Twitter, I know where you be
And for a leak, you live in Virginia, 23801, you my son
Made me pull up on you, I pull up with guns
Nigga talkin’ all that shit, then I see ’em and he run
Ayy, yeah, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas
Niggas talkin’ ’bout some clout
Pussy nigga, get off Twitter
You be tweeting all this shit, but niggas ain’t even laughin’
Nigga talkin’ all that shit, you just really want reactions
Ayy, ayy, he just really want reactions
Nigga in the army, this ain’t what he want
Nigga talkin’ shit and I’ma fill ’em up
On the ground, on the floor
Somebody teach him how to scope
He play college basketball, but he a joke
Nigga ain’t get no game time, he a joke
Nigga talkin’ shit, I jump him, like a rope
He said he want smoke, but he gon’ choke
Lettin’ you know, I don’t wanna beat him, I don’t wanna see him
Glock go bow, onomatopoeia, left him in the freezer
He a bitch, but he got a dick, I think he Madea
If I catch him, I’ma fuckin’ clean him, I’ma fuckin’ clean him, what?

[Outro]
With the dick, I’m abusing it
He fake too and he fakin’ all his tweets
And he talkin’ all that shit, bet he gonna fuckin’ delete

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