Polo G & GloRilla – Bad Kids Lyrics

Album on HOOD POET

Track 15 on HOOD POET
Bad Kids Lyrics
[Intro]
(Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby)

[Chorus: Polo G & GloRilla]
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin’ on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin’ shit like my lil’ side bitch, say I’m her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don’t play with niggas
I ain’t livin’ off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin’, I’m blamin’ him and playin’ the victim
I ain’t shit, if he leave me ‘lone, can’t even blame the nigga

[Verse 1: Polo G]
She know I ain’t shit, I just pay her bills and give her dick
I get jammed up, then hold me down for real if you my bitch
Love a crazy bitch who act delusional and pull up quick
I ain’t chasin’ shit, ain’t scared of losin’ you ’cause, bitch, I’m lit

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
Don’t get cocky, I don’t want you, baby, I just want some dick
Don’t get too comfortable, I’m really known for changin’ niggas quick
I don’t care about you enough to lie to me, lie to your bitch
I be delusional with all my niggas, you probably number six

[Verse 3: Polo G]
Lil’ ho be actin’ tough, still gon’ have her screamin’ when we fuck
Always act enough, I feel like need to get it rough
I like the grown shit, ain’t too much I’m gon’ need when I’m with her
Make her tone switch, like, “Whenever you need it, just pull up”
She like gang members, rep my block, I’m still that same nigga
High off painkillers, still won’t lack, ‘ll let that flame hit you
Lil’ bro like Dame Lillard, caught two hats and tapped the same trigger
Bae, I’m a paid nigga, they might got dog shit, but they ain’t richer
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[Verse 4: GloRilla]
I know he ain’t shit, I just play along and fake it with me
Dick so good, wish I could package it in my purse and take it with me
I’m in my feelings, y’all, had to just cut off my favorite nigga
Back to the streets, I appreciate y’all being patient with me
I like an honest nigga, keep it P, don’t put me in no drama
I ain’t stupid, nigga, stop actin’ like you hate your baby mama
He give me head, all up in it, shakin’ his dreads like Waka Flocka
Like, ugh (Damn), ugh (Hey), ugh (Woo), ugh (Shit)

[Chorus: Polo G & GloRilla]
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin’ on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin’ shit like my lil’ side bitch, say I’m her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don’t play with niggas
I ain’t livin’ off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin’, I’m blamin’ him and playin’ the victim
I ain’t shit, if he leave me ‘lone, can’t even blame the nigga