Bad Voy

(Yo, yo!)
(Water!)
(What?)
Hey, dude, this ain't LA (LA)
You take pics with guns, but you freak out when there's a fight (fight)
Today I rolled in with the crew CLA
Everyone turns when I walk into the club 'cause it smells like
Carolina Herrera, Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
Cousin, I don’t just give it to anyone (give it to anyone)
Believe everything they tell you, 'cause everything they say is who I am
They greet me, but they talk shit when I leave (bah)

Smoking a fine Cohiba
Those assholes think I'm a sellout
I don’t think any of this has taught them anything (what?)
For every verse, there's someone offended
In the party, only girls, in the DMs, only girls
I don’t think you’ll survive this narrative war
I’m with the crew practicing the dodges
You can make a track and I’ll watch while you write it
It’s always different, not like you imagine
Like the voice of a soccer player
They don’t know where I am, they can’t even guess
I could be in Valhalla or in the hood with the girls
I show it to my buddy and he says: Ha, sick
They hear it at college and say: Lecture
You should see how she plays the ball, she’s a keeper
You offer her a bag for her mom and she’ll sell it to you
They’re like dolphins getting high with balloons
They’re only defined by getting played by the fools
Whoever’s really rich never wears logos
She’s trying to sell me the story that she grew up with wolves
I’ve been hustling making shacks with pallets
Now I’ve got enough for a Rolex watch
I can barely lift anything on the damn bench press
But I’ve got the bank that blows up in half a month
On the road, the mark of my skid
In your underwear, the mark of your skid
We’re not the same, my car smells like sex, yours smells like vape
In love with my muse of the reveal

Just in case you missed the little angel