Rich The Kid & Gunna – Too Bad [E]

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Rich The Kid & Gunna – Too Bad Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Gunna]

Could make you a star, I told her, “Hop in the Wraith”
I know she a dime, I could tell by her shape (Tell by her shape)
We can go to Chanel, have a ball (Ball)
Look at my bitch, she too bad for y’all (For y’all)
Look at my bitch, yeah, look at my wrist
Nigga been puttin’ on shit, got minks on after fall
Poppin’ my shit, ain’t with the cap at all
No lab diamonds, nigga, these natural

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

She so bad, I might spend it out (Spend it out)
And go to the beach, she wanna hit the mall (Hit the mall)
Bitch so bad, she’s too bad for y’all (Too bad)
I be on the way, just pick up and go
Two-fifty on the wrist, my bitch a boss
Pussy so good, I bought her a loft
Pick her up then I drop her off
Bend it over, gonna know if it’s soft
Bitch so bad, she gon’ piss ’em off
You don’t wanna know what my wrist cost
Puttin’ it up, drop the top off
(Puttin’ it up, drop the top off)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Gunna]

Could make you a star, I told her, “Hop in the Wraith”
I know she a dime, I could tell by her shape (Tell by her shape)
We can go to Chanel, have a ball (Ball)
Look at my bitch, she too bad for y’all (For y’all)
Look at my bitch, yeah, look at my wrist
Nigga been puttin’ on shit, got minks on after fall
Poppin’ my shit, ain’t with the cap at all
No lab diamonds, nigga, these natural

[Verse 2: Gunna]

GIA, yeah, nigga, these natural
One and only one play, my whole team passed the ball
Fuck [?], I’m gettin’ this pape’, I took more Adderall (Adderall)
Workin’ all day and night, I barely answer calls
Half of ticket on my wrist (Wrist)
Put two hundred on my bitch (Bitch)
Go buy the bottle, pop and [?]Stashed the money in a ditch
Summer through the winter, keep their money comin’ in
You fuckin’ with a winner, I told you I can make you win

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Gunna]

Could make you a star, I told her, “Hop in the Wraith”
I know she a dime, I could tell by her shape (Tell by her shape)
We can go to Chanel, have a ball (Ball)
Look at my bitch, she too bad for y’all (For y’all)
Look at my bitch, yeah, look at my wrist
Nigga been puttin’ on shit, got minks on after fall
Poppin’ my shit, ain’t with the cap at all
No lab diamonds, nigga, these natural