DOWNBAD

I don't wanna talk
Double cup, cannot walk
Got a rock in my sock
I might sell it at your block
I might sell it at your block

All of these bitches they cappin'
And lyin' 'bout drugs in their mofucking songs
I got a Glock with a beam
And she feen for the blow, ye, I don't wanna talk
Shawty don't leave, I'm lonely as fuck
And I don't wanna drown in the wock
Fuck all the talkin', you all got opinions
Bitch, you can suck on my cock

Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Yuh, yuh, down bad, down bad

Downbad, got no one to count at
Loud pack, yeah, I'm feelin' crowded
Come back, where the fuck your love at?
Drop that body and I bounce back

Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad
Down bad, yeah I'm feelin' down bad