Текст песни Bad Man Killer - BlackExellence feat. Bigg

What's up man them?
Give me respect
Shey you know I'm a bad man
Killer?
Step on the game all the bitches
They wet cause they know
I'm a bad bitch hitter
Men fuck these niggas
They pussies
They stink
That's the reason
Why bad man hate em
Shey you know I'm a boss
I'm not here for the talk
Pussy niggas they smell
Like crap

Put the money on the truck
And the bitch at the front
I'm just tryna chill for the summer
Lil bitch want the molly
Men I'm focused on the money
I've been flexing
Yet I'm still at the come up
I'm baped up
I can't do no rape
Hit the bitch
Shit I did with the condom
I'm Kruger
Cause I came with the sword
Cut the snakes
I don't need no pets
If I come with the mask
Lil nigga you're gone
Got some demons
They're not on the social
Roll up the dice
If it ain't double six
Men I bet we gon roll again
Cheated on my ex with her friend No remorse
Men I'm still
Gon try to fuck her sister
Fuck what they think
Man I hate these niggas
That's the reason why I block
Em on social
You can't hand around gang
If you lame lil nigga better stay
Off I don't wanna do no friendship
I don't condole no snitching
Ima leave you with stitches
Lil nigga better stay off my phase
Fly around town with the gang
We been balling in the highland
Men this shit feel amazing
I don't chase no hoe
Yet I fuck these hoes
Soon as you leave lil bitch
I forget you
Masked up
Pull up on you with a blazer
Chop off your head
If you playing with my Cnote
I don't really talk in the pillow
Spit on your face
Men I ball just like Rylo
Fucked the lil bitch in the studio
Spend lotta racks when I ball
All these niggas wanna be me
But they know I don't feel them

What's up man them?
Give me respect
Shey you know I'm a bad man
killer?
Step on the game all the bitches
They wet cause they know
I'm a bad bitch hitter
Men fuck these niggas
They pussies
They stink
That's the reason
Why bad man hate em
Shey you know I'm a boss
I'm not here for the talk
Pussy niggas they smell
Like crap

Man them
Man them
Fucking with the opps
So you know we gon
Do him dirty
Top boy Sully
Ride through your block
We don't go home
Without a body
Me and them bros
We always put in work
That's how we multiply digits
Black tape
Yellow tape
Popo on the front line
Somebody got shot in it
City where we came from
Everyday is mugshot
Little youths are ZT
You don't want them troubles
Burst you like a bubble
Deal with the food then
Range it like a lago
Loose that food
Then loose your life too
Feed the street
Then watch the money double
Day and night we run through
The streets just to make some
Money for the fam
Oh damn
They treat you bad
When you down
Them bad eggs
Wanna see you frown
I deal with facts not fear
I conquered fear back then
They know this calls for war
Too many fire works
Like it's Fourth of July
We always keep it warm
223 pippy long
I see pretense from afar
So I always keep the space
And a tool to fight the hate
Far from stupid
Far from average
Them too boys can relate
Em pussios been acting fake
Em pussios been acting fake

What's up man them?
Give me respect
Shey you know I'm a bad man
killer?
Step on the game all the bitches
They wet cause they know
I'm a bad bitch hitter
Men fuck these niggas
They pussies
They stink
That's the reason
Why bad man hate em
Shey you know I'm a boss
I'm not here for the talk
Pussy niggas they smell
Like crap