Bad Guy

[Intro]
Looking in the mirror like, feeling like a million bucks, man
Something like that
Is he a bad guy?
Who's the bad guy?
You the bad guy?
The bad guy

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me, though
Making me turn to the bad guy
Throw on the gold, then I'm Razor Ramon
How many plays 'til we on?
How many days 'til I kick it with Sway in the Morn'?
Telling my girl I'm about to be rich
She text me back, like, "What's taking so long?"
I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me, though
Making me turn to the bad guy
Throw on the gold, then I'm Razor Ramon
How many plays 'til we on?
How many days 'til I kick it with Sway in the Morn'?
Telling my girl I'm about to be rich
She text me back, like, "What's taking so long?"

[Verse 1]
I do not owe you a fucking thing
So hungry, got stomach pains
Try to hit me like I'm Mr. Friendly
But I'm not playing those fucking games
Watch my movement like body cameras
Killing shit, check body counts
Walk around like nobody matters
Always grinding like a coffee house
I'm working on cracking the code
Dodging the holes in the road
Anything goes
Three hundred sixty-five days in a year
Twenty-four hours, I'm open or close
If we be speaking 'bout commas
Then hit me mañana, I got you
I'm ready to ride
Sit in the whip bumping "Ready to Die"
But you bet your ass I ain't ready to die
I've been at home saving pennies and dimes
Your shit couldn't cut with machetes and knives
Cut!
Fuck all that acting, but I made it happen
Got plenty of lines
I got the magic like Penny and Prime
Get me some Heinekens, Henny, I'm fine
Don't wanna come off entitled
But that shit is vital when I show up every time

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me, though
Making me turn to the bad guy
Throw on the gold, then I'm Razor Ramon
How many plays 'til we on?
How many days 'til I kick it with Sway in the Morn'?
Telling my girl I'm about to be rich
She hit me back, like, "What's taking so long?"
I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me, though
Making me feel like the bad guy
Throw on the gold, then I'm Razor Ramon
How many plays 'til we on?
How many days 'til I kick it with Sway in the Morn'?
Telling my girl I'm about to be rich
She hit me back, like, "What's taking so long?"

[Verse 2]
Wanna talk shit, go figure
Acting all tough ain't hard on Twitter
'Cause we all know that in real life
You a pussy like Chuckie Finster
Now, you ain't gotta waste my time
Come to the crib just to drink my wine
If you wanna shift, then you ain't my kind
I break bread with the same ones I been
At it with
Had it with all of these bitches who thinking that they can finesse me
Fuck that promoter that robbed me and Cheeky way back in the day
Man, that shit still upset me
Hope that you needed that three hundred dollars
Now, I've been busy with meetings and offers
Don't cut the check, 'til I meet with my lawyers
Came on my dogs like the Hoyas
Boys, boys, boys
Goddammit we done came up
Coinstar machines couldn't change us
Look at what I did, I'm dangerous
And, now, all this show money give me paper cuts
I got mo' flow, so dope
All the way up, going coast to coast
And I ain't letting anybody kill the high
I'ma live the life, 'til I overdose

[Outro]
'Cause I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who be running the show
Fuck with me though
Making me feel like the bad guy
I'm the one calling the shots
Guess who be running the show
Fuck with me though
Making me feel like the bad guy