Bad Brit'

Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Sitting in my room it's chill lit,
Thinking bout my white boy problems,
Bout' time I went and all forgot them,
But then I saw them,
Spotted in the headlights,
It's the right time,
Running past the finish line,
On the bright side with the light side,
By the fire site,
Through the dark night,
Take flight on my bike,
It's an R6,
We are well equipped,
Yeah we never quit,
Loading up a clip,
Click click,
Who you with?
Where you at?
Where you going with that bat now?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Sitting in my room it's chill lit,
Thinking bout my white boy problems,
Bout' time I went and all forgot them,
cdrenaline running from my R6,
Exhaust is gunning up for real grit,
It's a play switch,
With a fast twitch,
They ask me a question,
Cracker can you lift that?
I ate spinach hypertrophy mishap,
cnd then I lift that,
It's a savage,
Three plates on the bar am I average?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
cudio: “Mom, aunties. If you're listening you better stop because I am about to cuss.”
Pistol in swallow in deep in the vill,
I've been counting up twenty greens praying for chill,
Blow in the back with a round that's been spent,
Tucking piece on my sack but instead use this bat,
cnd this bitch run up wack,
Swingin and crack,
Out of the park bitch,
Your flavor is sad,
Don't want you up in here,
You acting too mad,
Rain in the car,
Load my gun in the wood,
cnd this f*&^ won't see sun down,
In water's his blood,
This fuck see no more money,
This fuck gone for good,
Done and turned on me wasted a plug,
Pistol in blood with the bat in the back,
While my pockets be jingling,
My pieces be stacked,
Bitch run up on me and tasted that smack,
Bitch run up on me and now he sees black,
Sorry my officers he had to have it,
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Darling I had only wait,
I must say this stay aint great,
Like a foolish fish that took the bait,
I had a foggy mind, Sedate,
I don't think we can relate,
Your on time but I was late,
Now my heart is blue,
Like the boise state,
What am I to do?
I just contemplate