Going Bad (feat. Drake)

Yeah Wheezy outta here G G Back home smokin' legal I got more slaps than The Beatles Foreign shit runnin' on diesel dawg Playin' with my name that shit is lethal dawg Who you say you was Don Corleone Trust me at the top it isn't lonely Strapped Everybody actin' like they know me dawg Don't just say you're down you gotta show me What you gotta do Bring the clip back empty It's empty You asked to see the boss so they sent me dawg Sent me dawg I just broke her off with a 10-piece dawg 10-piece dawg That ain't nothin' I'm just bein' friendly dawg It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall doesn't mean that we're involved I just what I just uh put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til you fall When your back against the wall And a bunch of niggas need you to go away Still goin' bad on 'em anyway Saw you last night but did it broad day Yeah lot of Murakami in the hallway What Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place Girl I left your love at Magic now it's all shade Still goin' bad on you anyway Woah woah ooh woah Woah woah ah I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris 80 racks Me and Drizzy back-to-back it's gettin' scary Back-to-back If you fuckin' with my opps just don't come near me Get outta my way Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry Brrt brrt ooh Richard Mille cost a Lambo That's a Lambo Known to keep the baddes t bitches on commando Salute Every time I'm in my trap I move like Rambo Extended Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go That's a Fendi For real She said Oh you rich rich You rich rich Bitch I graduated call me Big Fish Ballin' I got Lori Harvey on my wish list That's Lori That's the only thing I want for Christmas True story uh I've been had my way out here yeah know that's facts Facts You ain't livin' that shit you say yeah we know that's cap That's cap You ain't got to ask me when you see me know I'm strapped Brrt DC OVO we back again we goin' plat' Ooh ooh It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall doesn't mean that we're involved I just what I just uh put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til you fall When your back against the wall And a bunch of niggas need you to go away Still goin' bad on 'em anyway Saw you last night but did it broad day Wheezy outta here