Music: Asyrion Hogan/Isaias Elijah Garcia/Horohn Kimbrough/Nathan mansour/Sheadon Isaiah Molina
Uh, uh
I just met a bad bitch, but she ain't tryna fall in love
Uh, I just met a bad bitch, but she ain't tryna fall in love
Uh, uh
I just met a bad bitch, but she ain't tryna fall in love
I be 'round them savages and they be crashin' out off drugs
She don't want no lover boy, she told me she in love with thugs
And, nah, these not no ****in' toys, come through, we all be tossin' slugs
My bitch bad, but she a bug, the finest one up in the club
I'm too fried, think I might lose my mind, two pink tens, up a dub
I got shorties only in ninth grade and they all up a glove
He don't wanna get wild in the field, so we gotta get a sub
She don't wanna lose me to this lifestyle
Mama told me, "Boy, just put that pipe down"
Girl, I'm tryna ****, you know what's up, take off that nightgown
Blood in, blood out, long live the Reaper, the biggest bloodhound
Huh, bad bitch give us the opp, we'll spin it right now
I just put a switch on an ARP, fifty and hundred rounds
I ain't tryna go to the streets, I **** the strip club up with a pole on me
Bad bitch, she a lil' freak, just for the D, she give the drop to me
Huh, Gen5 stock on me, huh, she ate the dick so good
Called her a slut, bae, pardon me, huh
I was in the Hellcat drippin' in Hellstar, demons beside of me
Show you how to make a hundred, got the sauce, this ain't Polynesian
Bag from the back, on your knees
Brodie tryna catch him another hat, call him a murder fiend
Switches, frrt, blitz the team, baby Drac', Adonis with me
Dirty the Sprite, I done filled it with lean
Aim at his neck, we down him with ease
Frrt, frrt, aim at his neck, we down him with ease
I stay with them road runners, we play for keeps, we sway for funds
Foenem in the 'Raq tweakin' off X, you know he play with buttons
I walk in Saks, t-shirt cost 'bout a rack, ****, that shit ain't 'bout nothin'
I'm smokin' thrax, I'm in the back of the back, I'm on the way to the slums (Yeah)
Bro, let's get this money, told bro, "Let's get this cash"
I was doing one-fifteen in the AMG, I had the digital dash
I ain't have nothin' to eat, I was starving for weeks, I had to get off my ass
Think I'm sweet, I keep a switchy on me, we aiming straight for the head
Yeah, yeah, we aimin' straight for the mΔthΔ
We turnin' up when an opp die (Opp die), you better duck when these shots fly
We gettin' chicken like uh, we gettin' chicken like Popeyes (Popeyes)
Had to put my whole team on the roster (Yeah), did it all for the love of the munyun (Uh, uh)
I just met a bad bitch, but she ain't tryna fall in love
I be 'round them savages and they be crashin' out off drugs
She don't want no lover boy, she told me she in love with thugs
And, nah, these not no ****in' toys, come through, we all be tossin' slugs
My bitch bad, but she a bug, the finest one up in the club
I'm too fried, think I might lose my mind, two pink tens, up a dub
I got shorties only in ninth grade and they all up a glove
He don't wanna get wild in the field, so we gotta get a sub