Текст песни Bad Mfer - Ted The Poet

Bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now
Bad muh-bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now

You ain't gotta act like you like me
I ain't gotta act like I care what you might think
I just bought a chain, got an air about it high key
This is why niggas can't ne'er have no nice things
Boots getting stares, ooh they like these
Been a minute since I had a pair of some Nike's
This a nice coat, don't you dare try to fight me
If you scuff it up, I might bury you tonight, B
I don't got designer because I'm not tryna pander
I could've rocked a fit from Marshall's, get all kind of ganders
I am not your average rapper, I do this with candor
But I'll make your favorite rapper and your girl have higher standards
Curly-haired nigga, wear it like a crown
She run her fingers through it when I pipe her down
A bandwagon's something that I might allow
If you never fucked with Ted the Poet, bet you like me now

Bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now
Bad muh-bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now

You ain't gotta lie, know this shit raw
They be fucking jealous of my talent, that's a big flaw
Nigga said I wouldn't make it, we all know that shit false
Choked him out, dropped him on the ground, had him pissed off
Went from tryna save you to hurt you
Had a life preserver, you was late for your curfew
Tossed it to the side and watched your face turning purple
In other words, ain't no dead weight in my circle
I don't gotta be your homie, you can be a fan
It don't mean a fucking thing when you give me your hand
I can make your song a hit if you give me a grand
But it doesn't mean we gotta buddy up and make some plans
Curly-haired nigga, wear it like a crown
She run her fingers through it when I pipe her down
A bandwagon's something that I might allow
If you never fucked with Ted the Poet, bet you like me now

Bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now
Bad muh-bad muh-fucka when I step out
You ain't gotta talk to me, nigga, keep your head down
Looking like so much damn money when it's spread out
Thinking back to all the fake homies I regret now