bad lands - PupDawg

My momma raised bad In the bad lands I grew up throwing hands Counting bands Never was scared of the sand man Im a killer man Do I look like A fuck giving man I keep it real with my thugs But I’ll kill a man Some bloods Some where Know who I am Throw it in the air Popping my pistol You know I’m official We don’t yell We whistle Speaking codes Twisting fingers Like a utensil