Wale - Razor Flow (Bad Guy) lyrics

[Verse 1] Go ahead, pop off Me and my clique put on I'm like a young McMahon I'm here to get your Bischoff (Woo!) Like I'm Ric Flair, middle finger to the big boss man Aka police, guess I'm over your head like guitars k** these n***as that's no problem, chill these n***as want no problem That chopper body like Hornswoggle, can't see who shot 'em like Sin Cara Roll it up if that sh** loud, it ain't mine if that sh** not Ladies hate when I Rick Rude, but they in love with that Jake Rob Sike nah, say hello to my python I'm CM Punk with that mic y'all She go to sleep cause my pipe bomb Winnin', plus I be hurting feelings n***as is Curtis Axel, my rap is like Curt Henning Innit? Don't it? I'm such a charmer Come Crown Vic, not talkin' whip, I'm thinkin' Lawler Cause I'm royalty, but we talkin' cars, she's not a problem Just bought two big bodies, call 'em Kamala and Umaga Whattup? You talkin' to the bad guy My Gangrel but I ain't ever been no vampire Look at all that ice he had on, bigger than an IC title Lookin' out my pill man cause I still feel like Flyin' Brian Who high as I am, who fly as I am? Life is a b**h but you this rich it's more than likely Chyna Get it? Strong a** ho, n***as say they want that smoke Well I'm Papa Shango, cause I be high but playin' low Get a ganja, no steamboat And I'm fly as a cross body but I'm tired of saying so So I do so with new producers and a slew of my latest verses And I'm ruthless like Rusev, move or be through with you n***as first Get back to work [Hook] You're talkin' to the bad guy Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy I'm too sweet, I dare you n***as act fly Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy Yeah chico Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy Toothpick in your eye (spits) I'm that guy [Verse 2] Hey yo (Where my chain, where my chain?) Something happened to these something happened to you, okay? Hey yo, don't look like no Daniel B, but they seein' me as a GOAT, look Hey yo, something happened to these something happened to you, okay? Hey yo, you countin' your little beads, my n***a my cheese more Can I bother you with this rhymin'? Man I father n***as with rhymin' Heard they talkin' right from the sideline like a part of me been declinin' n***a are you often with liars? Beside that I got no choice Rather be Heath Slater before I make it a Doink My point: I'd rather job than have my morals expired n***as gettin' back they bribe cause I ain't told in a while, haaaa Is you mad or nah? Is you rappin' to rap? She wrap my cigar Light it up because I'm grateful I just made it this far Yall just so pale in comparison, it's a shame, it's a problem I'm so over forever, now make stadiums pop n***as sweet like they really real but be faker than raw Oh nah, they flaw, I got 'em Oh please, Dwayne Johnson been number two 'round these parts Oh nah, you know why? Because most of my OG's in the eighties made a movie with rock Stop, let's talk [Hook]