[Part I: Bad Night]

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Somebody
Gotta be the bad guy
I had a bad day at work
Don't wanna have a bad night, ayy

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Woo! Toppin' on like I'm Nina
Woo! Toppin' on, you gon' need one
Woo! If I say somethin' indecent
Woo! She gon' suck me off like a Capri-Sun
Haan? Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you offendin' me
Checkin' 'em off when you n***as is into me
'Fore I go turn it out, I bet I can, ah
Jumpin' up off, you better get out

[Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug]
Somebody
Gotta be the bad guy (Hey, ooh)
I had a bad day at work (Thugger)
Don't wanna have a bad night

[Refrain: Young Thug & Kanye West]
I ain't new to this shit, fuck-n***a
I'm trappin' from the other side
So get outta your seat, stand up (Woo)
Stand up
A fuck-n***a hate me while his old lady participate
Please tell that lil' n***a man up (Lil' n***a, stand up, woo)
Stand up (Lil' n***a, stand up)
Stand up (hеy, hey)
Hey, hey, stand up, stand up, stand up
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
First of all, lеt me tell you somethin', boy
I don't give no fuck 'bout no n***as (Woo)
I don't give no fuck, I'm not givin' two fucks (Woah)
Roll up and pop one of these n***as (Blat)
I do this shit for my woadies (Woo)
You do this shit for your shorty, you bitch
Shut the fuck n***a, fresh out of the bottle
The hood be callin', sell the plug
I'ma wipe a n***a nose, shatter like a picture
I'ma fuck his ho like these bitches up on this missile
I'ma get a whole lotta lead for these pistols
And my money long like the nose on a prince
But she gon' fuck, she write, no pen
But you know I'm gon' suspend her

[Refrain: Young Thug]
I ain't new to this shit, fuck-n***a
I'm trappin' from the other side
So get outta your seat, stand up

[Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug]
Somebody (Stand up)
Gotta be the bad guy (A fuck-n***a hate me while his old lady participate)
I had a bad day at work
Don't wanna have a bad night
[Part II: Rap Tarantino]

[Segue: Kanye West]
Yeah

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I'm always in them "I ain't never seen those"
750 color palette mean though
On my queen's toes, Valentinos
In the winter time wearin' spring clothes
Rap Tarantino, off a couple glasses of the Pino
Uh, they say Yeezy gon' sell out
I guess you right if you see how much I pre-sold
If they knew they was slaves, I coulda freed more
And really, what the fuck is freedom?
'Cause anybody thinkin' that we free dumb
Kids out here in the streets dyin' three young
So I keep my hoodie on like Trayvon
If I pull up on your block, the whole street run
This ain't nothin' new, though, it's a rerun