Down Bad (Explicit) - Ching

Lyrics by：Tinnakorn Hauer

Composed by：Tinnakorn Hauer

Yeah race to the finish gotta chase big bands

Probably get flipped better come with cash

Hit him up quick hope the clip don't jam

We was down bad had to swipe and scam

Money gon' come better come correct

Fresh out the store he gon' get his tag

Get wet up his blood got drip

Get him to a b***h put him in the past

Came a long way it's a long way down

Money making change came up from a pound

Gotta play the game just to make it out the ground

Only love you when you down when you here no one's around

I'm in my own lane

If I like it I take the whole thing

He crossed to me that's a big bang

Slidin' we cruise in that big Range

I don't got space for no loose change

He ain't a killer he Bruce Wayne

Only the gang yeah no new face

F**k with the gang get a new face

You better tie up your shoelace

Running him down now the killers on go

Gotta do it for real I don't do it for show

If he write a statement then that's not your bro

This not a game started off from the ground

Learning new tricks how to cook up the stove

Better for now it's the more that you know

Pick up the pace when the business get slow

Get money and more

Race to the finish gotta chase big bands

Probably get flipped better come with cash

Hit him up quick hope the clip don't jam

We was down bad had to swipe and scam

Money gon' come better come correct

Fresh out the store he gon' get his tag

Get wet up his blood got drip

Get him to a b***h put him in the past

Baby don't front I just wanna get bucks

Only want head won't f**k

The bank run-up

This from the grind not luck

Know they all mad they stuck he get wet up

Then he gon' make the news the feds don't got no clue

Run out his shoes he ain't from no crew

They only do diss for views

They don't know half of the s**t that we do

Got nothing to prove 'cause that's how you get yourself caught

I just let him assume ain't walking my shoes

I really came up from the block

29-40 I move got the spot

Gotta keep forty my s**t getting hot

Kennedy road I been moving a lot

OT and back now I been making wops

I take a flight and I'm sending them shots

They ain't believe me I walk how I talk

Watch how I shine put momma on top

Then flood out my body with diamonds and rocks

Race to the finish gotta chase big bands

Probably get flipped better come with cash

Hit him up quick hope the clip don't jam

We was down bad had to swipe and scam

Money gon' come better come correct

Fresh out the store he gon' get his tag

Get wet up his blood got drip

Get him to a b***h put him in the past ahh