Baad Kid Maad City

[Intro]
(Probably got you down by the end of the song)
(Probably, Probably got you down by the end of the song)
(Probably, Probably got you down by the end of the song)
(Probably got you down by the-)

[Chorus]
I'm a real bad kid from a real mad city
I was really in Compton with my glizzy (Yeah)
Buyin lean, [?] head dread, nigga miskeen (Bitch)
I was really cooking chicken high heat
When you cooking Kentucky KFC (Woo)
This good yute way different from me
Don't say cro, you ain't my crodie

[Verse 1]
You will get shot with a nine or forty (Lah lah)
Wassas in LA moving like Kobe (LA)
Colt 45 bet the killers so violent (Killer)
It's hard to describe (Hard)
Never searched Kendrick music one time (Stupid)
But I really got hittas in Cali' doing crime (I do)
And they do it off love 'cause they already shine (They do)
And they know I got bodies, I'm already slime (More then one)
I just googled his addy, it ain't hard to find (What?)
I'm a thousandaire but got a millionaire mind (Milli's)
You ain't got no blammy and you [?] you lyin' ([?])
I got killers worldwide and they got the green light (Green)
Wherever they see that boy then it's on sight (On sight)
Talking too crazy but you never drilled in your life (Never?)
I just hit the Neatway and then wipe him down nice (Neatway)
I can get you flipped, I just press on my device (The device)
And them killers pop out and send you Jesus Christ
You goofy ass nigga you weird
In Canada, we don't bump you over here (Nope)
The ten mili' glizzy will knock off your beard (Lah, lah)
Oops, my bad I meant your veneers ([?])
We got millionaire shooters, they not even scared ([?])
If we get the drizzy, someone get aired (Air lift)
We pull up with sitchies nobody get spared (Grrt)
(Ahh)

[Verse 2]
He got wet, he got shot, he got drenched, he got knocked ([?])
All my Wassas in Cali they all keep a knock ([?])
Turn Hollywood Driftwood you know we on hots (Northside)
They scared of the system come here and get lost
You dying for nyash you get lost in the nans ([?])
I dirty the stick and then toss in the pond (Toss it)
I'm moolah the king on the board you the pawn (The king)
The forty it got a built in beam drawn
I point the light at his top and then he gone (Beam)
No Cosmo and Wanda 'cause I pop this wand ([?])
And Metro bitch-ass probably makes beats in thongs (Bitch)
Number 35 everyday I read those songs
And the money right up in my lap and my palm (My lap)
Step back, drench him, ain't tryna fight (Grrt)
LAX pussy boy just booked my fight (I booked it)
Gun him down by the end of the song that's tonight ([?])
This a vanishya clip kill people for the right price (Right price)
You know who the goat, pussy get off your hype (Drizzy)
You couldn't survive in Toronto, you'll die(You'll die)
I fuck only bad bitches tell 'em I shine (Oneaz)
I told my backdoor mami "Right now your time" (Right now)
These horny Americans, easy to line (These horny yutes)
Thief in the night but we stealin' your soul (Ahh)
We ain't wavin' no white flag like J Cole
[?] had G19, make a boy fold (Fold him)
My gun rip the bulletproof vest into your clothes (Rip)
Put a bomb on his car press a button, explode (Boom)
Kill a opp by myself walk him down then I drove (Walk up)
He said crodie and got a real hitta involved(What?)
Buss his head with the red but guarantee won't get solved (Lah)
Shoot shit in LA just like Pau Gasol
I fuck up her good life, no Lil Duval (Pussy)

[Chorus]
I'm a real bad kid from a real mad city
I was really in Compton with my glizzy (Yeah)
Buyin lean, [?] head dread, nigga miskeen (Bitch)
I was really cooking chicken high heat
When you cooking Kentucky KFC (Woo)
This good yute way different from me
Don't say cro, you ain't my crodie