going bad lyrics – meek mill, drake

back home smokin’ legal legal
i got more slaps than the beatles 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 odds it’s 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 baddest 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 sell

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 fuc’ 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…