eyes red smoking my cigarette I don't even wanna know wat they gonna say am a bad boy don't talk shit in my face gun in my hip I might set u ablaze am a bad boy pls I can't be ya low boy I know u wanna use me but I won't be ur toy omo I dey go higher like a plant in d soil u can jealous nigga I don't give a fuck they gonna be busy sniffing arnd spying ur cool life ha choro inu na container m dara mmiri na aba trust no one nigga dis life na dice chase paper nigga do not fuck arnd yh trapping in d trench nigga dat my type mouth dropping albums packed in d archive big body niggaz we no dey looseguard we aim 4 d moon and we shoot 4 d stars 4 my drilling nigga rip pop smoke 4 my fellow baddies my hands are in d air stay calm but stay bad chase paper first do not lose hope instead add ur best d trench tot bout d need of God grace am a bad boy but I still put God first 4 u pussy niggas holding my eggs in ur nest kuo paa machine gun automatic u dey carry my mata 4 head one advice nigga go and repent cos u see dis my life me I cannot relent am on a steady trapping from east 2 west mama is always dia wishing me d best I don't wanna die young so no dey gimme stress i gat dreams 2 be dripping with my niggas in d Benz talk shit on me nigga I hit u in d face wat d fuck is dat nigga saying bout me he shul pray dat he Neva double cross me (uhhh cos am a bad boy)