Ahhh, ahh ahh ahh
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
Uh, It's Mr. Find a way
Niggas speaking on my brother name we find his ass today
Niggas popping shit on instagram thinking shit a game
Catch em same bouls in real life bet they won't say a thing
If it ain't about no money we ain't conversating
I'm only tryn crack, why she keep tryn have a conversation?
Niggas that I don't know steady glaze me, I don't got no relations
Brodie tryn crash out hit a top, I told him to bare patience
But knowing him, he got none of that
Million dollar cash race I swear I'm on my hundredth lap
You want that shit then go and get it, ain't no easy hack
Niggas out here begging for that shit, I had to make it happen
You ever cry yourself to sleep but ain't nobody care?
You ever sin and then repent tryn make it up with prayer?
Lay a hand up on my brother bet they wouldn't dare
Cuz we spill two times the blood for every time we shed a single tear
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Uhh, uhh uhh
Ace Stacks - BAD BIDNESS Lyrics
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Ahhh, ahh ahh ahh
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
Uh, It's Mr. Find a way
Niggas speaking on my brother name we find his ass today
Niggas popping shit on instagram thinking shit a game
Catch em same bouls in real life bet they won't say a thing
If it ain't about no money we ain't conversating
I'm only tryn crack, why she keep tryn have a conversation?
Niggas that I don't know steady glaze me, I don't got no relations
Brodie tryn crash out hit a top, I told him to bare patience
But knowing him, he got none of that
Million dollar cash race I swear I'm on my hundredth lap
You want that shit then go and get it, ain't no easy hack
Niggas out here begging for that shit, I had to make it happen
You ever cry yourself to sleep but ain't nobody care?
You ever sin and then repent tryn make it up with prayer?
Lay a hand up on my brother bet they wouldn't dare
Cuz we spill two times the blood for every time we shed a single tear
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Uhh, uhh uhh
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
Uh, It's Mr. Find a way
Niggas speaking on my brother name we find his ass today
Niggas popping shit on instagram thinking shit a game
Catch em same bouls in real life bet they won't say a thing
If it ain't about no money we ain't conversating
I'm only tryn crack, why she keep tryn have a conversation?
Niggas that I don't know steady glaze me, I don't got no relations
Brodie tryn crash out hit a top, I told him to bare patience
But knowing him, he got none of that
Million dollar cash race I swear I'm on my hundredth lap
You want that shit then go and get it, ain't no easy hack
Niggas out here begging for that shit, I had to make it happen
You ever cry yourself to sleep but ain't nobody care?
You ever sin and then repent tryn make it up with prayer?
Lay a hand up on my brother bet they wouldn't dare
Cuz we spill two times the blood for every time we shed a single tear
Me and brodie in that field, we goin back to back
Hopping out that V on all dog shit tryna hit a hat
And em niggas got my brother we gon get em back
Red shot, red shot, Im tryn hear dat switchy tap
If you tryn get back you gon tap it once
If you tryn get over you gon tap it twice
Hopping out that cut, blueberry beam my aim so precise
Caught em lacking after hours then we sent em to the afterlife
Rule number 1, Back ya brother's play, right or wrong
Rule Number 2, go get it back before you drop a song
Rule number 3, If you on that drill then leave ya phone
The feds could trace ya location so leave that shit at home
Way before the rapping I was tryn get a bag nigga
Way before this rapping I would hustle inna trap nigga
How you chasing bags with no money or no cash in it?
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Niggas pop they shit when they popped, that shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
That shit bad bidness
Uhh, uhh uhh
Writer: Abraham Fofana
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