Lil Wyte - By 2 Da Bad Guy Lyrics

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy

Comin' out like hold up, oh, shit there go them 4's
DJ Paul, where you at been tryin' to hit you on the phone
To let you know that it's hot as cold, all around the globe
Tippi toes, what I'm flickin' on passin' by these hoes

Like fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys
I smoke weed till' I die, I must stay high
Come touch this engine pimpin', I've been crusin' the book
Got to get away from this cops, they finally cross them out of luck

The same story, every day only of guts n' glory
It's part of your struggle, if it you ain't got shit for me
I'ma hold it down, give my crown and keep only truckin'
Civilize this industry, fuck up your truck and keep on bumpin'

This is some shit that you didn't think that you would ever see
But since we hear, turn around to the back of the pack and let us be
Did you think, we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups?
Now motherfucker, this the life we like in Memphis

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy

Yeah, now they got me in this cell, 'cuz this crack man I sell
In the haven boy this crack sell well, I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn'
The po's hit the con, I get gone, I had a tone with a big bag of crack
Then boys don't like that, so I had to get down like a lack with four flats

I'm a greyhound, I just put the tree down, I can't be on my way down
So why am I have to put down?
Ditch the rocks, I had them in a matchbox
Ditch the glock you stick the bushes down the block
It's just like my spinners, man I will never stop

'Cuz bukus and money we don' made at the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen, P.A.C
Every thing we gain is green, to the bay where my boy Lil Wyte stay
Is where I damn there ran, but they caught me anyway, fuck

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy

When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
When dem boys hit the corna, I'm a gonea
Like fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guys
Fuck this, say goodbye to the bad guy