Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
My whip automatic, no clutch, just a pedal
My foot to the floor, it'll roar through the metal
No time for a bitch, f*ck a hoe i wont settle
Bust a move anytime, know that tape gone be yellow
My sign Gemini, these moods you cant handle
She hate im bipolar, cant stick by my side
For my clique imma ride, any bullshit get trampled
My demons the devil, got death in my eye
Stay whippin the coupe thats for you and me
She want christian dior and some jewelry
Hoes all outta line, ain no using me
Ain even got time for the foolery
Cant f*ck with a bitch, I got options
My phone stay ringing and popping
Going straight to the top ain no stopping
Hard in the paint ain no floppin, ian Harden
Feel I drip too much for these bitches
I Ain even got time to trip over niggas
Ain even my prime I just feel my shit different
Just stay on my grind, on my rise to the riches
How you gone hate yeen did shit
I been on my own for a minute
I had broken hearts, and lost feelings
Now Im different, need racks and some millions
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
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Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
My whip automatic, no clutch, just a pedal
My foot to the floor, it'll roar through the metal
No time for a bitch, f*ck a hoe i wont settle
Bust a move anytime, know that tape gone be yellow
My sign Gemini, these moods you cant handle
She hate im bipolar, cant stick by my side
For my clique imma ride, any bullshit get trampled
My demons the devil, got death in my eye
Stay whippin the coupe thats for you and me
She want christian dior and some jewelry
Hoes all outta line, ain no using me
Ain even got time for the foolery
Cant f*ck with a bitch, I got options
My phone stay ringing and popping
Going straight to the top ain no stopping
Hard in the paint ain no floppin, ian Harden
Feel I drip too much for these bitches
I Ain even got time to trip over niggas
Ain even my prime I just feel my shit different
Just stay on my grind, on my rise to the riches
How you gone hate yeen did shit
I been on my own for a minute
I had broken hearts, and lost feelings
Now Im different, need racks and some millions
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
My whip automatic, no clutch, just a pedal
My foot to the floor, it'll roar through the metal
No time for a bitch, f*ck a hoe i wont settle
Bust a move anytime, know that tape gone be yellow
My sign Gemini, these moods you cant handle
She hate im bipolar, cant stick by my side
For my clique imma ride, any bullshit get trampled
My demons the devil, got death in my eye
Stay whippin the coupe thats for you and me
She want christian dior and some jewelry
Hoes all outta line, ain no using me
Ain even got time for the foolery
Cant f*ck with a bitch, I got options
My phone stay ringing and popping
Going straight to the top ain no stopping
Hard in the paint ain no floppin, ian Harden
Feel I drip too much for these bitches
I Ain even got time to trip over niggas
Ain even my prime I just feel my shit different
Just stay on my grind, on my rise to the riches
How you gone hate yeen did shit
I been on my own for a minute
I had broken hearts, and lost feelings
Now Im different, need racks and some millions
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Bad Lil Bitch, she done ran up my standards
Been sippin codeine that got mixed with the fanta
Im really a fiend for the green like a panda
What I wearing dont matter, this drip you cant handle
Im really so hot that I turned up the mantle
Rep 706, not the same as Atlanta
Dont pull up with sticks, I may just show you better
Im lit like a candle, yet harder than ever
Writer: Jayden McCray
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid