​bad boys

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
I'll get disrespectful on you motherfuckers
Nose stuffy, but still deadly the pen is muckin'
Eric sent me the new heavy, I'm fuckin ready
Been tested the duo get everybody jelly
Pour the sauce on top and watch 'em drool plenty
We lay it on thick, even when your boys sick
Covid positive, still I'm positive the drop hits

[Verse 2]
In the north gettin' hotter than the one chip
All of y'all are extras, we on main screen, watch this
Big man, big man, I think you'rе gonna wanna hold this
Pause your fuckin' projects, hold ur horses, Swodlow walkеd in
And you're gonna wanna swallow this, spit that shit out
Keep your eyes up on these lozenges
Freshen up ur breath with all that bullshit you talkin' in
This the wrong tree lil' bitch, what you barkin' in?
Bite me if you want, but know the teeth might not be enough to sink

[Chorus]
Then, Houston we got a problem
Somebody hit their head and thought we were the ones to bother
Love it when you thought you were slick but now you sorry
Blood ain't always answerin' shit
Try not to call me, uh
Houston we got problems
Veni, vidi, vici, but I'm runnin' outta genres
Can't you see we different, way before we made songs
Molto bene really but it's time to do 'em wronger

[Verse 3]
Now the question is, where the fuck's my flowers at?
Respect me or keep dreamin' man I'm fine with that
Alarm clocks ringin', wake him up before I ask a man
Bling I got double the attachments on my time and that
Ding, your meal is ready you gon' eat it and you likin' that
Drink it in a little, this a hostage situation, stat, uh
(Eric Godlow)

[Chorus]
Then, Houston we got a problem
Somebody hit their head and thought we were the ones to bother
Love it when you thought you were slick but now you sorry
Blood ain't always answerin' shit
Try not to call me, uh
Houston we got problems
Veni, vidi, vici, but I'm runnin' outta genres
Can't you see we different, way before we made songs
Molto bene really but it's time to do 'em wronger
Then, Houston we got a problem
Somebody hit their head and thought we were the ones to bother
Love it when you thought you were slick but now you sorry
Blood ain't always answerin' shit
Try not to call me, uh
Houston we got problems
Veni, vidi, vici, but I'm runnin' outta genres
Can't you see we different, way before we made songs
Molto bene really but it's time to do 'em wronger