Official audio for Down Bad by Alex FG
Track 12 off New Drugs 4 Your Mind
Written by Alex FG
Produced by Ripless
Engineered by Jordan Green
More of my music: linktr.ee/alexfg
Lyrics
I was down bad
Didn’t have nothing, I turned it to something and got me a bag
Now they all mad
Went to they head like concussions, I’m rushing ahead to the cash
Ain’t got no jag
I’m like Tyreek with the bag ima run it, run it up fast
I’m automatic, them dummies thought they had me
Fuck is a critic when I’m my worst critic?
Date with my destiny, leave with the digits
Smoking on gas and it’s loud as a civic
If you ain’t lifted then you wouldn’t get it
If you ain’t wit it then you can forget it
If you ain’t wit me you surely against me
Ain’t got no hate in my heart cuz it’s empty
Damn, the demons still tempt me
Shawty a demon she suckin my soul out
Hold up I gotta roll up fore I roll out
You only see yo bitch skin when you go out
That ain’t yo hoe that hoe just like to hoe out
I ain’t no dub but I stay in the dub and I’m throwing it up in the air
Taking the dub while you making a fuss, just shutup cuz nobody cares
I was down bad
Didn’t have nothing, I turned it to something and got me a bag
Now they all mad
Went to they head like concussions, I’m rushing ahead to the cash
Ain’t got no jag
I’m like Tyreek with the bag ima run it, run it up fast
I’m automatic, them dummies thought they had me
The way I chase money it don’t make no sense
They used to shit on me, lately they pissed
They throwing fits cuz im making them hits
Be mad at your parents for making a bitch
I really do this, this shii get no realer
Everything changed I just picked up my dealer
Love taking shots but I don’t sip tequila
I stay goin ape shii like heated gorillas
She wanna fill up, this ain’t no chevron
I bring the gas and I don’t work for Exxon
Flexing a ritual, yall gettin stepped on
Fuck her so good that bitch put a hex on me
What’s a dead homie?
All the old homies dead to me
Stepped on me
Made a mistake, shoulda bet on me
They gon see, yeah
Game in my hands I’ll reshape it like playdough
I’ll never sip wok, still RIP Fredo
I wear my heart on my sleeve like I’m Kratos
Head a tornado but I’m on my way though
Nah I don’t play those games you playin
I don’t spit what those lames be layin
This just ain’t the game I came in
Things done changed but my flames still flamin, aye
Came a long way from them parking lots
Waiting on my plug to drop it off
Now this shii poppin like Mardi Gras
I still remember when I was first starting off
Can’t let you close, my heart is locked
I ain’t just hungry, I’m starving dawg
In this cold world, it’s dog eat dog
So my heart stay cold as a tub of Haagen Dazs
I was down bad
Didn’t have nothing, I turned it to something and got me a bag
Now they all mad
Went to they head like concussions, I’m rushing ahead to the cash
Ain’t got no jag
I’m like Tyreek with the bag ima run it, run it up fast
I’m automatic, them dummies thought they had me
I was down bad
Didn’t have nothing, I turned it to something and got me a bag
Now they all mad
Went to they head like concussions, I’m rushing ahead to the cash
Ain’t got no jag
I’m like Tyreek with the bag ima run it, run it up fast
I’m automatic, them dummies thought they had me
4 июл 2024
