SeBastard, Shackleton - My Bad Lyrics

Fuckin' yo granny we dip in the walker
Visions I panic, they don't let me prosper
I just might blast it cause I ain't evolving
Breach a bitch innards like maggots in coffins
Who you finna fucken cry to bitch runnin' round like you runnin' outta luck
I go, pound for pound and round for round, I put em' down like I'm drivin' in a bus
Imma' break his bones (my bad)
Pussy always talking shit on that phone
Imma' take ya hoe (my bad)
I don't even need the bitch, pass to my bro
Break his neck on the back street cold
Can't have what's left bitch I take what own
Breakin' in ya home might just hit the lights on
Just to catch the boy slippin' like bananas on the floor
Blank face shots, so you better not call
Won't scream, so I creep creep when you turn the lights off
Pass the fact, it's like that's a wrap
Been like cats and rats in my grove
Bitch I'm back to raw, you can't stop me
Switch tabs, I'm cold, ya eat concrete
Never won't pass the code, stash on me
Tell em' how I crash the show, ya team off beat
On me, strap got lost robbin' car meets
Eye for eye, so I gotta go blind
Bitch I lost the rhyme, and I'm runnin' outta time
Hurry pass the line, now you gettin' fucken hot feet
Imma' break his bones (my bad)
Pussy always talking shit on that phone
Imma' take ya hoe (my bad)
I don't even need the bitch, pass to my bro

Fuckin' yo granny we dip in the walker
Visions I panic, they don't let me prosper
I just might blast it cause I ain't evolving
Breach a bitch innards like maggots in coffins
Who you finna fucken cry to bitch runnin' round like you runnin' outta luck
I go, pound for pound and round for round, I put em' down like I'm drivin' in a bus
Imma' break his bones (my bad)
Pussy always talking shit on that phone
Imma' take ya hoe (my bad)
I don't even need the bitch, pass to my bro
Break his neck on the back street cold
Can't have what's left bitch I take what own
Breakin' in ya home might just hit the lights on
Just to catch the boy slippin' like bananas on the floor
Blank face shots, so you better not call
Won't scream, so I creep creep when you turn the lights off
Pass the fact, it's like that's a wrap
Been like cats and rats in my grove
Bitch I'm back to raw, you can't stop me
Switch tabs, I'm cold, ya eat concrete
Never won't pass the code, stash on me
Tell em' how I crash the show, ya team off beat
On me, strap got lost robbin' car meets
Eye for eye, so I gotta go blind
Bitch I lost the rhyme, and I'm runnin' outta time
Hurry pass the line, now you gettin' fucken hot feet
Imma' break his bones (my bad)
Pussy always talking shit on that phone
Imma' take ya hoe (my bad)
I don't even need the bitch, pass to my bro