Lyrics Bad Guy - JZAC

Bad Guy

Looking in the mirror like
I’m feeling like a million bucks man
Something like that
Random Voice: The bad guy?
JZAC: Who’s a bad guy?
I’m the one calling the shot’s
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me though
Making me turn to the bad guy
Throwing on the gold
And I’m raising ramone
How many plays till we on
How many days till I kick it with sway in the morn
Telling my girl I’m about to be rich
She text me back like whats taking so long
I do not owe you a fucking thing
So hungry, got stomach pains
Try to hit me like i’m Mr Friendly
But I’m not playing those fucking games
Watch my moment like body cameras
Killing shit, check body counts
Walk around like nobody matters
Always grinding like the coffee house
Im working on cracking the code
Dodging the hoes in the road
Anything goes
Three hundred sixty five days in the year
24 hours I’m open to close
If we be speaking about commas
Then hit me (?) I gotchu
I’m ready to ride
Sitting in the whip, bumping ready to die
But you bet yo ass I ain’t ready to die
I been at home saving pennies and dimes
Yo shit could of cut with machetes and knifes
Cut!
Fuck all that acting but I made it happen
Got plenty of lines
I got the magic like penny and prime
Get me some hanukkahs, henny I’m fine
Don’t want to come off insideo
But that shit invital
When that show every time
Cuz
I’m the one calling the shot’s
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me though
Making me turn to the bad guy
Throwing on the gold
And I’m raising ramone
How many plays till we on
How many days till I kick it with sway in the morn
Telling my girl I’m about to be rich
She text me back like whats taking so long
Wanna talk shit, go figure
Acting all tough ain’t hard on twitter
Cuz, we all know in real life
You a pussy like Chucky Finster
Now, you ain’t gotta waste my time
Come to the crib just to drink my wine
If you wanna shit then you ain’t my kind
I break bread with the same one
I’ve been at it with, had it with
With all these bitches who thinking they can finesse me
Fuck that promoter that robbed me and cheeky
Way back in the day man
That shit still upset me
Hope that you needed that 300 dollars
Now I’ve been busy with meeting and offers
Don’t cut the check till I meet with my lawyers
Came on my dogs like the hoyers
Boys, boys, boys
God dammit we done came up
Coinstar machines couldn’t change us
Look at what I did I’m dangerous
And now why they show money give me paper cuts
I got mo flow so dope
All the way up going coast to coast
And I ain’t letting anybody kill the high
Imma live the life till I overdose
Cuz
I’m the one calling the shot’s
Guess who been running the show
Fuck with me though
Making me turn to the bad guy