Da$h - Bad Humor lyrics

Yeah, so Yeah So n***a Yeahhh, so [Verse 1: Da$h] Get to, laughin' when a n***a died, got bad humor Tell your b**h to get around like a bad rumor Bad (?) (?) wrap in the backwood Now she tattoo'in My name on her, brain Snatchin' put the game on her Blade runner what she turn into like a Transformer Its Young Pyscho an*lytical This sh** I'm spittin' Biblical Let the hammer off and pivot so it's pivotal I get so high, feel like a n***a goin' digital Hit the blunt and turn into an MP3 You can't see me Heard about him through the grapevine All my n***as never snitchin' Had to take time Why you think I practice patients? I am the best when in the room, there's no debatin' My society is secret like a Mason Life is chess, you get the check before the mating A n***a gained his reputation punchin' faces Rippin' blunts up off they pack, I hope I make it They know if a n***a strapped, i know imma make it Whole sh** is for the taking Yeah, so n***a [Verse 2: Huey Briss] This rap sh** might be just a waste So I'm sellin' Bieber just in case As long as she love me, I'll be straight We all make mistakes, but God doesn't My hood tell me "keep it raw, cousin" I'm Grace Park to the pallbearer Carry me, bury me Roll a four gram wood, just for therapy Nothing could prepare me for the future I was handed Ain't no way around it, cause I'm used to all the madness Peep the junkie in the alley, chase the feeling, you can have it I get chill bumps when I think about Atlantic Kids who spoke Spanish, shootin' hammers by my granny house Home-girl took one in the titty just for standing out Bullets ain't picky, sh** can get tricky Gangsters ain't wearin' Dickies, rather wear Fendi Long Beach city, North side crippy One time trippin', lunch time n***a Yeah (Woo-hoo! That's what I'm talkin' about n***a!) Tap dancin' on you f** n***as