I’m out the door in the ford like it’s my six four
To the convenience store, to get some 40s and more
Maybe some swisher sweets, we can meet at the creek
We can take out our guns, drive byes and hit and runs

Drinking lean with boys, they will kill you for fun
Bunch of hoodlum degenerates, we got a taste for blood
Let me catch you talking shit, and I’ll treat you like a bitch
Make you eat that fuckin' curb, block me again you fuckin' nerd

I don’t want to be a bad guy
Sick and tired of being that guy
Someone gotta be the bad guy
I guess I’ve got to be that guy