Two bad bitches outside of the door
And they tryna play with me
Outside on the porch with a cigarette and a K' with me
Got a real brat lil' Tay with me
Just talk to God, tryna save on me
They tryna, pump fake on me
I keep her side, she safe with me
Drop $1000 on a wallet
Best believe she tasting me
200 on the dashboard, we real fast
We a dash boy, too fly, need a passport
I get the bricks and map more
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Said he grew up in Goose Creek
That's like 40 minutes from my hometown
We hop out all black, go creep
How the f*ck talk shit you don't know about
Walk down, hop out, spray down
With the top down
See, I ain't even got a true sound
I'll switch it up, till' my flow out
She said, I be doing too much
I pop a ten and then show out
You play pretend, you don't know about it
On house arrest, you a homebody
Show her all blues, she go slide it
You f*ck around, had that ghost writer
I'll take em down like some boat lining
Marni, Marni she want both designs
You buy drip from China
With a presidential, I be on timing
See the underground shit, I ain't with it
Sneak diss back, yeah, we get it
Money on small, you is kitten
Red in the face, think he livid
You think you rich, you've been lied too
360 deal over night too
Now, don't think it's cause' I don't like you
Money on small, shit is minute
Shit is so little, ankle bite you
Ran the money up out of spite too
Got your funny up, you don't even like you
I bleed lean, purple type two
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
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English
Two bad bitches outside of the door
And they tryna play with me
Outside on the porch with a cigarette and a K' with me
Got a real brat lil' Tay with me
Just talk to God, tryna save on me
They tryna, pump fake on me
I keep her side, she safe with me
Drop $1000 on a wallet
Best believe she tasting me
200 on the dashboard, we real fast
We a dash boy, too fly, need a passport
I get the bricks and map more
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Said he grew up in Goose Creek
That's like 40 minutes from my hometown
We hop out all black, go creep
How the f*ck talk shit you don't know about
Walk down, hop out, spray down
With the top down
See, I ain't even got a true sound
I'll switch it up, till' my flow out
She said, I be doing too much
I pop a ten and then show out
You play pretend, you don't know about it
On house arrest, you a homebody
Show her all blues, she go slide it
You f*ck around, had that ghost writer
I'll take em down like some boat lining
Marni, Marni she want both designs
You buy drip from China
With a presidential, I be on timing
See the underground shit, I ain't with it
Sneak diss back, yeah, we get it
Money on small, you is kitten
Red in the face, think he livid
You think you rich, you've been lied too
360 deal over night too
Now, don't think it's cause' I don't like you
Money on small, shit is minute
Shit is so little, ankle bite you
Ran the money up out of spite too
Got your funny up, you don't even like you
I bleed lean, purple type two
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
And they tryna play with me
Outside on the porch with a cigarette and a K' with me
Got a real brat lil' Tay with me
Just talk to God, tryna save on me
They tryna, pump fake on me
I keep her side, she safe with me
Drop $1000 on a wallet
Best believe she tasting me
200 on the dashboard, we real fast
We a dash boy, too fly, need a passport
I get the bricks and map more
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Said he grew up in Goose Creek
That's like 40 minutes from my hometown
We hop out all black, go creep
How the f*ck talk shit you don't know about
Walk down, hop out, spray down
With the top down
See, I ain't even got a true sound
I'll switch it up, till' my flow out
She said, I be doing too much
I pop a ten and then show out
You play pretend, you don't know about it
On house arrest, you a homebody
Show her all blues, she go slide it
You f*ck around, had that ghost writer
I'll take em down like some boat lining
Marni, Marni she want both designs
You buy drip from China
With a presidential, I be on timing
See the underground shit, I ain't with it
Sneak diss back, yeah, we get it
Money on small, you is kitten
Red in the face, think he livid
You think you rich, you've been lied too
360 deal over night too
Now, don't think it's cause' I don't like you
Money on small, shit is minute
Shit is so little, ankle bite you
Ran the money up out of spite too
Got your funny up, you don't even like you
I bleed lean, purple type two
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Put that boy on the backboard
He tryna' come up with me
He say he a bad boy
I'll meet him in his city
I think I need a brag more
So that they can believe me
Got a super duper bad whore
Won't let bitches deceive me
Writer: Rhyder Hahn
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