RaquanSzn with the savage bout to tear shit up
These bitches hating in the back it's time to give it up
These bitches chatting on the stand don't make me throw these hands
You bitches broke, matter fact i'm finna throw some bands
They talking shit, aw man these hoes is hella funny
But it turns out, all these niggas hella jelly
You tried to play me lil bitch this aint GTA
But now me and naji bouta lead the f*cking way
Bitches mad bitches hurt, bitches upset
These bitches try it everyday like Tre the redneck
They try to knock me down but i just rise again
Bouta knock you bitches out for the f*cking win
We kicking bitches out they house, ain't no BGC
I'm calling Sua Dream and Winter on the count of 3
Don't call me Bhad Bhabie, but i'll catch you in the streets
In the kitchen with the knife, bouta cut you with this heat
Never lacking never slacking, always get shit cracking
All these bitches mad, they in they bag with the f*cking tag
All these bitches trash, competition? that's my f*cking mission
2019 im smoking all you bitches like a Swisher
Call Zhay Rhari it's a stick up, we gon have the whole block lit up
All these niggas talking, he gon have to come and f*ck your shit up
He my only rap rival, but that nigga is my idol
Can't wait to hear my bro on tidal, having all these groupies follow
That's a hard pill to swallow, coming at you full throttle
Coming at you like a bat, im bouta swing get back
I had to check you on a track, cas all your bars is really whack
You ain't the best lil bitch, you just a pest now check that!
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RaquanSzn with the savage bout to tear shit up
These bitches hating in the back it's time to give it up
These bitches chatting on the stand don't make me throw these hands
You bitches broke, matter fact i'm finna throw some bands
They talking shit, aw man these hoes is hella funny
But it turns out, all these niggas hella jelly
You tried to play me lil bitch this aint GTA
But now me and naji bouta lead the f*cking way
Bitches mad bitches hurt, bitches upset
These bitches try it everyday like Tre the redneck
They try to knock me down but i just rise again
Bouta knock you bitches out for the f*cking win
We kicking bitches out they house, ain't no BGC
I'm calling Sua Dream and Winter on the count of 3
Don't call me Bhad Bhabie, but i'll catch you in the streets
In the kitchen with the knife, bouta cut you with this heat
Never lacking never slacking, always get shit cracking
All these bitches mad, they in they bag with the f*cking tag
All these bitches trash, competition? that's my f*cking mission
2019 im smoking all you bitches like a Swisher
Call Zhay Rhari it's a stick up, we gon have the whole block lit up
All these niggas talking, he gon have to come and f*ck your shit up
He my only rap rival, but that nigga is my idol
Can't wait to hear my bro on tidal, having all these groupies follow
That's a hard pill to swallow, coming at you full throttle
Coming at you like a bat, im bouta swing get back
I had to check you on a track, cas all your bars is really whack
You ain't the best lil bitch, you just a pest now check that!
These bitches hating in the back it's time to give it up
These bitches chatting on the stand don't make me throw these hands
You bitches broke, matter fact i'm finna throw some bands
They talking shit, aw man these hoes is hella funny
But it turns out, all these niggas hella jelly
You tried to play me lil bitch this aint GTA
But now me and naji bouta lead the f*cking way
Bitches mad bitches hurt, bitches upset
These bitches try it everyday like Tre the redneck
They try to knock me down but i just rise again
Bouta knock you bitches out for the f*cking win
We kicking bitches out they house, ain't no BGC
I'm calling Sua Dream and Winter on the count of 3
Don't call me Bhad Bhabie, but i'll catch you in the streets
In the kitchen with the knife, bouta cut you with this heat
Never lacking never slacking, always get shit cracking
All these bitches mad, they in they bag with the f*cking tag
All these bitches trash, competition? that's my f*cking mission
2019 im smoking all you bitches like a Swisher
Call Zhay Rhari it's a stick up, we gon have the whole block lit up
All these niggas talking, he gon have to come and f*ck your shit up
He my only rap rival, but that nigga is my idol
Can't wait to hear my bro on tidal, having all these groupies follow
That's a hard pill to swallow, coming at you full throttle
Coming at you like a bat, im bouta swing get back
I had to check you on a track, cas all your bars is really whack
You ain't the best lil bitch, you just a pest now check that!
Writer: Robert Holley, Shaheem Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid