No Good Bastards (feat. Nova Rockafeller & Brandon Hart)

I'm not big on fighting these days, but I don't call the cops

And I'm not big on scrappin' lately; when I start, I don't stop

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk

One more problem might make me kill them all

I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker

I'm a hot trigger, nasty words

I got two fingers for ass kissers

I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

Look, it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, so go ahead and get mad

I'll show you how easy I turn a tough guy to a dead man

I ain't your buddy, buddy, haters or obsessed fans

If we were buddies, trust, I crack a Bud just like a red can

Bedpan full of piss and vinegar

Head scan said that I'm not crazy, but I'm similar

Lеt's dance, lead hands, homie, you gеt slept fast

Trust me, you're a midget, I'm a monster, every slap I throw's a finisher

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk

One more problem might make me kill them all

I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker

I'm a hot trigger, nasty words

I got two fingers for ass kissers

I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

Turn your ass into a crackhead, you must love gettin' rocked

Take your door off with the flathead and take everythin' that you got, ayy whoa

Don't make me put down my purse, we don't need Gucci on curbs

You think you bet I'm the worst and your family to church, so baby, don't get on my nerves

Like, I don't know 'bout these hoes, all I know's how we go

We're non-stop, we'll reload if you're talkin', I see ghosts

You groupie baby, I'm different, think you know hell? Well, I'll show you it

I was born in hell, Devil knows me well, I returned with a list like Moses did

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk

One more problem might make me kill them all

I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker

I'm a hot trigger, nasty words

I got two fingers for ass kissers

I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

I don't call for backup, keep those comments to yourself

Bunch of cop callin' pussies, 'fraid to handle shit themselves

We was raised by the wolves, we ain't afraid to bleed, it helps

Sort the men from the boys, the have-nots from the wealth

With God as my witness, I'll leave you where you stand

If you flex, that's your death, we're doin' more than throwin' hands

You better give me six feet when I come through back the fuck up

Guaranteed to leave you bleeding if you make me back this truck up

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk

One more problem might make me kill them all

I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker

I'm a hot trigger, nasty words

I got two fingers for ass kissers

I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard