(feat. Black Magic) [Intro] 
It's the bad guys 
Say hello to the bad guys! 
Big Cat Records, 
Gucci, Black 
Magic [Chorus: repeat 2X] 
We the bad guys, and we play for the bad team 
We hauntin ya life like you just had a bad dream 
The bad guys... 
Just don't get on our bad side [Gucci Mane] 
I fucks with the 
AR, I fucks with the 
AK You fuckin with 
Gucci, you gon' have a bad day 
They say I'm a mad guy, they call me the bad guy 
I tell ya like this just don't get on my bad side 
I come with that skreet shit, in love with this beef shit 
My diamonds ocean blue so they might get ya seasick 
I fuck with the 
Glock 40, {?} shotty 
Plus when 
I aim then 
I aim for the upper body 
Ain't with that hoe shit, 
I'm smokin that 'dro shit 
You come with some mo' shit, you gon' get your throat slit 
Yeah this is that 
G shit, we call it a classic 
I have my nigga 
Magic put that ass in a casket 
And that there is real talk, you best have a fast walk 
Or else yo' bitch ass might get lined in the white chalk 
Fuck what you thank nigga, fuck what you thought nigga 
Wired for jaw, so yo' ass can't talk nigga [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] 
Is you a man nigga? 
Is you a mouse nigga? 
Have yo' bitch ass scared to come out the house nigga 
Gucci fear no man, so who is this 
Snowman? The word on the low is he really a hoe man 
Bitch stick to that trap shit, and stick to that rap shit 
You say you a gangster, but you never clapped shit 
If you wanna find me, take 
I-20 Flat 
Shoals Let's see if you can take this broomstick up your asshole 
Always gon' stand ground, never gon' back down 
I'm puttin my mack down, 
I'm layin the smack down 
See Gucci's a skreet nigga, 
I stay on that skreet shit 
And I'm the wrong nigga that ya clique wanna beef with 
I keep the 9 close like the bitch that you sleep with 
And I'll bust a head but can you keep a secret? 
I'm smokin that kushie, you niggaz is pussy 
I never been a killer but you pussies done pushed me [Chorus] [Black Magic] 
Now this the bad guy song, they put the bad guys on it 
So listen when you hear the two bad guys talkin 
I shoot straight, move weight, always in a new state 
Always givin fake names, cars got paper plates 
The bad guy, say hello to my little friend (say hello) 
My lil' friend got a hundred other lil' friends 
Now we the bad team, it's more than a bad dream 
Gucci and 
Black Magic now that's a bad scene 
Carbon 15's comin out, 
AK's comin out 
I'ma run the 
North, Gucci run the 
South Independent but we ballin like majors 
Them fruity ones got 'em all flavors 
I'm fuckin with real niggaz and players, killers and cutthroats 
And when I get a order homey somebody gettin smoked 
I'm no joke, catch the kid cookin up coke 
I got a blunt full of bubba kush, nigga come smoke with us [Chorus]