Bad Days Lyrics Eli Fross ft. Sleepy Hallow

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Bad Days Lyrics Eli Fross ft. Sleepy Hallow

[Intro: Eli Fross]
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Hey (Grrah), hey, hey
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Eli Fross]
I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
Been watchin’ all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
I ain’t never fold, ain’t never snitch, ain’t never bitch up
And anytime I’m walking down that strip, I got my chin up
Better keep that shit tucked ’cause, nigga, they will brush you
And you won’t catch me trustin’ none of these hoes ’cause they don’t love you
I had to go and take a couple L’s before the W
And girl, you gotta know your worth if you want me to fuck you

[Verse 1: Eli Fross]
School made mе a uniform, been tryna change my ways
I ended up gеtting kicked out ’cause they sayin’ I’m in a gang
Coach want me to stay and ball, but that wasn’t my ways
I had nothin’ to lose, I’ll send you to the grave
I’ll send you to the grave, I’ll send you to that pavement
A nigga came from dirt, now my neck look like a glacier
‘Member she was stuntin’, now she on me like a laser
But I’m a paper chaser, the ladies come in favor, ayy, ayy
Free up all my brothers missing Christmas ’cause they locked in
Ain’t no point in sellin’ bread in New Years ’cause they boxed in
Before I started ballin’, I would always get some shots in, yeah
(Baow, baow) I’m talking Glock 10s
Ridin’ ’round with my shooters
Talking out your mouth, they finna do ya
Shawty, she a baddie, finna scoop her
Might fuck her in the back of that Uber
Ayy, we gon’ crash out
Henny got me litty, she gon’ tap out
If I fly her to my city, I might cash out
But you won’t catch me loving on no bitch

[Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow]
Making plays, call a huddle
Like when you’re by yourself, I bet them tears could make a puddle
I told you be yourself, don’t give a fuck if they gon’ judge you
They say I’m way too humble, I’m just trying not to fumble
Swear mama used to hate me, she said, “Boy, you nothin’ but trouble”
I grew up in the jungle, I could shoot and I could tussle
If I don’t really love her, she couldn’t pay me to cuddle
And I done took some L’s, but I ain’t trip, that shit was subtle
Like once I get that call, I’m ’bout to go in
She want love, I’m talking deeper than the ocean, uh
I still keep a Glock, I’ll still’ll throw shit, uh
You can’t say you love me, gotta show it (Ayy)