Reefa - Bad Guys lyrics

[Intro] It's the bad guys Say hello to the bad guys! Big Cat Records, Gucci, Black Magic [Hook: repeat 2X] We the bad guys, and we play for the bad team We hauntin ya life like you just had a bad dream The bad guys... Just don't get on our bad side [Gucci Mane] I f**s with the AR, I f**s with the AK You f**in with Gucci, you gon' have a bad day They say I'm a mad guy, they call me the bad guy I tell ya like this just don't get on my bad side I come with that skreet sh**, in love with this beef sh** My diamonds ocean blue so they might get ya seasick I f** with the Glock 40, sawed off 12 gauge shotty Plus when I aim then I aim for the upper body Ain't with that ho sh**, I'm smokin that 'dro sh** You come with some mo' sh**, you gon' get your throat slit Yeah this is that G sh**, we call it a cla**ic I have my n***a Magic put that a** in a casket And that there is real talk, you best have a fast walk Or else yo' b**h a** might get lined in the white chalk f** what you thank n***a, f** what you thought n***a Wired for jaw, so yo' a** can't talk n***a [Hook] [Gucci Mane] Is you a man n***a? Is you a mouse n***a? Have yo' b**h a** scared to come out the house n***a Gucci fear no man, so who is this Snowman? The word on the low is he really a ho man b**h stick to that trap sh**, and stick to that rap sh** You say you a gangster, but you never clapped sh** If you wanna find me, take I-20 Flat Shoals Let's see if you can take this broomstick up your a**hole Always gon' stand ground, never gon' back down I'm puttin my mack down, I'm layin the smack down See Gucci's a skreet n***a, I stay on that skreet sh** And I'm the wrong n***a that ya clique wanna beef with I keep the 9 close like the b**h that you sleep with And I'll bust a head but can you keep a secret? I'm smokin that kushie, you n***as is p**y I never been a k**er but you pussies done pushed me [Hook] [Black Magic] Now this the bad guy song, they put the bad guys on it So listen when you hear the two bad guys talkin I shoot straight, move weight, always in a new state Always givin fake names, cars got paper plates The bad guy, say hello to my little friend (say hello) My lil' friend got a hundred other lil' friends Now we the bad team, it's more than a bad dream Gucci and Black Magic now that's a bad scene Carbon 15's comin out, AK's comin out I'ma run the North, Gucci run the South Independent but we ballin like majors Them fruity ones got 'em all flavors I'm f**in with real n***as and players, k**ers and cutthroats And when I get a order homey somebody gettin smoked I'm no joke, catch the kid cookin up coke I got a blunt full of bubba kush, n***a come smoke with us [Hook]