Yvngshad - Bad Blood Lyrics

Ain't no bad blood, its mutual
Ain't nobody real as me, and ain't nobody true as us
Niggas that ain't round wanna talk down say ion do enough
How you figure? Clown you on the way there, then ask how you did it
And I got PTSD from creep shit I done witnessed
Lying bitches, sleazy ass hoes, and niggas dickriding
My nigga ain't at the stu tonight because he lick watching
You put a ring on that bitch finger and she dick hopping
She cut him off and he still texting, he ain't get the message
You get a 28 for 2 then boy that shit a blessing
And my old bitches wanna fuck me, cause they see I'm destined
I'm with some thick shit on the beach, look like it came from Texas
And I got the pack like I been running for the Texans
Oops I meant Tennessee
On the E Way gettin top from hoes that's two times rich as me
Back then tryna fuck on every hoe that say they feeling me
Palms be in my pocket, swear a bitch she can't get nun from me
Lately it been feeling like I just can't get enough money
Put my all on me and when I die, just know its none other
No sequel, hang with few niggas
Walk around like I don't know people
They say dope legal, imma take my risks
Ain't no pressure nigga, you can fuck her you can have that bitch
Prolly won't even be in Jacksonville when I go have my kids
Niggas ain't even hopped off the porch and took half my risks
Wake up in the morning, grab a scale, yeah that's my choice of living
I been more than distant
In another man pockets thats a poor decision
I got a bitch that's in his pockets cause them cards hitting
My dawg don't clock into a job, he credit card living
He do that dirt with no footprints, he credit card splitting
This bitch ain't got no job but wanna fuck me, that's a no go
These niggas name dropping for clout swear ion know bro
My beat his ass, he can't even breathe, he in a chokehold
Stress free, don't trip on no hoe
Cali bitch from Soho
Told her transport this shit, she get it for the low low
So many bitches want me, and not the right ones
It make me not even like em
And if she feeling cute she sending pics, yeah that's a light flood
Fifties and them benjamins, I swear I don't even like dubs
Bitch you better bike up
Bitch I meant back up
Cause I'm from Duval, not no Tampa
Lit like a lantern, bitch I'm a cancer, ay
I told you that but do it even matter
Is you gon let me fuck I need an answer?
I used to fuck on niggas bitches, I don't need the hassle

Ain't no bad blood, its mutual
Ain't nobody real as me, and ain't nobody true as us
Niggas that ain't round wanna talk down say ion do enough
How you figure? Clown you on the way there, then ask how you did it
And I got PTSD from creep shit I done witnessed
Lying bitches, sleazy ass hoes, and niggas dickriding
My nigga ain't at the stu tonight because he lick watching
You put a ring on that bitch finger and she dick hopping
She cut him off and he still texting, he ain't get the message
You get a 28 for 2 then boy that shit a blessing
And my old bitches wanna fuck me, cause they see I'm destined
I'm with some thick shit on the beach, look like it came from Texas
And I got the pack like I been running for the Texans
Oops I meant Tennessee
On the E Way gettin top from hoes that's two times rich as me
Back then tryna fuck on every hoe that say they feeling me
Palms be in my pocket, swear a bitch she can't get nun from me
Lately it been feeling like I just can't get enough money
Put my all on me and when I die, just know its none other
No sequel, hang with few niggas
Walk around like I don't know people
They say dope legal, imma take my risks
Ain't no pressure nigga, you can fuck her you can have that bitch
Prolly won't even be in Jacksonville when I go have my kids
Niggas ain't even hopped off the porch and took half my risks
Wake up in the morning, grab a scale, yeah that's my choice of living
I been more than distant
In another man pockets thats a poor decision
I got a bitch that's in his pockets cause them cards hitting
My dawg don't clock into a job, he credit card living
He do that dirt with no footprints, he credit card splitting
This bitch ain't got no job but wanna fuck me, that's a no go
These niggas name dropping for clout swear ion know bro
My beat his ass, he can't even breathe, he in a chokehold
Stress free, don't trip on no hoe
Cali bitch from Soho
Told her transport this shit, she get it for the low low
So many bitches want me, and not the right ones
It make me not even like em
And if she feeling cute she sending pics, yeah that's a light flood
Fifties and them benjamins, I swear I don't even like dubs
Bitch you better bike up
Bitch I meant back up
Cause I'm from Duval, not no Tampa
Lit like a lantern, bitch I'm a cancer, ay
I told you that but do it even matter
Is you gon let me fuck I need an answer?
I used to fuck on niggas bitches, I don't need the hassle