Down Bad - Tyler, The Creator

Oh, oh, na-na-na-na (Niggas down)
Oh, oh, na-na-na-na (What the fuck are you doin'?)
Bad

Oh, he went to glitter them teeth? Okay
But he ain't got nowhere to sleep, okay
You swear he a bum and he frontin? Okay
But you got his bun in your oven, okay
They filming hot takes in a room, okay
That rent must be due very soon, okay
Them crackers ain't really autistic, okay
BLM was taking attention, oka—

Niggas down bad
Huh

You fifty and still in them streets? Okay
Your prostate exam in a week? Okay
That baby gon' keep 'em around, okay
You stupid-ass bitch, you're a clown, okay
Allergic to wrappin' it up? Okay
That child support addin' up, okay
How we gon' boycott and move on, okay?
When the neighborhood stores ain't blacked on, oka—?

Oh, oh, na-na-na-na
Niggas down bad
Oh, oh
Bitches down bad
Na-na-na-na
Niggas down ba-bad

You think he your brother, legit? Okay
That jealousy make niggas itch, okay
You back in the hood for some pictures? Okay
Them steppas gon' have a good Christmas, okay
You got you a blowin' two guard? Okay
They know where your mama is are, okay
Then they had him dissin' his opps, okay
By the morning, they jackin' the box like—

Oh, oh (Hold that nigga now)
Na-na-na-na (Wipe that nigga down)
Niggas down bad
Oh, oh (Hold that nigga now)
(Wipe that nigga down)
Bitches down bad
Oh, oh, na-na-na-na
Niggas down bad
Bitches down bad
Oh, oh, na-na-na-na
Niggas down bad
Niggas down—

Bad
Bad
Bad
Niggas down— bad
Bad
Oh, oh, na-na-na-na
Oh, oh, na-na-na-na