Real Bad Boldy - BOLDY JAMES

Where we at?

Shit, Real Bad Man

Bo Jack

Let’s get it

One’s for the money, two’s for the show

Three for the foreign with them blues for the low

Third time was the charm, hit 'em two in a row

One love to my niggas, chuck a deuce for my bros

Second time around, only a few niggas know

Shot him three times, either you a friend or a foe

Three strikes and you out, pour a deuce in a one-liter Sprite

Two stouts, three fours of the juice

Droppin' trays in the two-liter, one-deep in the two-sater

Countin' up pros in the coupe, answr on the third ring

You second in line, I’m first string

Fightin' two counts of first degree murder at thirteen (Thirteen)

Shootouts is similar to a two-drink minimum

My nigga Tre Pounds sendin' double shots

Still that same one nigga posted, love to hug the block

Tryna double up on Sixth and Hubble, hit a triple double (Triple double)