You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
Move along little homie
I got nothing to prove
I'm drippin head to toe and
My girl so picture perfect she make your car swerve
No time for you antics so please don't test my nerve
Push your luck with me you'll get what you deserve
Smoking on gas got me talkin' hooked on phonics
All my homies ask me what I'm on, got that bubonic
Addicted to my herb and
You could say that it's chronic
Only burn gas high
Horse-power hydraulic
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
When I'm smokin loud
You can see it in my eyes
Roll up any where
Expect it man
Never a surprise
Get so high that I can see future in my past
Through the shine in my diamond rings
Drippin down a wine glass
Sippin' haterade like they like how it tastes
Turn my speakers up loud, then loud I spit it in they face
P.A. P.S.A
Hope you like how it tastes
Even my girl's purse is strapped with mace
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise Imma roll
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
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You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
Move along little homie
I got nothing to prove
I'm drippin head to toe and
My girl so picture perfect she make your car swerve
No time for you antics so please don't test my nerve
Push your luck with me you'll get what you deserve
Smoking on gas got me talkin' hooked on phonics
All my homies ask me what I'm on, got that bubonic
Addicted to my herb and
You could say that it's chronic
Only burn gas high
Horse-power hydraulic
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
When I'm smokin loud
You can see it in my eyes
Roll up any where
Expect it man
Never a surprise
Get so high that I can see future in my past
Through the shine in my diamond rings
Drippin down a wine glass
Sippin' haterade like they like how it tastes
Turn my speakers up loud, then loud I spit it in they face
P.A. P.S.A
Hope you like how it tastes
Even my girl's purse is strapped with mace
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise Imma roll
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
Move along little homie
I got nothing to prove
I'm drippin head to toe and
My girl so picture perfect she make your car swerve
No time for you antics so please don't test my nerve
Push your luck with me you'll get what you deserve
Smoking on gas got me talkin' hooked on phonics
All my homies ask me what I'm on, got that bubonic
Addicted to my herb and
You could say that it's chronic
Only burn gas high
Horse-power hydraulic
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
When I'm smokin loud
You can see it in my eyes
Roll up any where
Expect it man
Never a surprise
Get so high that I can see future in my past
Through the shine in my diamond rings
Drippin down a wine glass
Sippin' haterade like they like how it tastes
Turn my speakers up loud, then loud I spit it in they face
P.A. P.S.A
Hope you like how it tastes
Even my girl's purse is strapped with mace
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise Imma roll
You got a bad bitch, but she don't really like moms
Alway talkin' to you like you did her wrong
Radio on she like "this my favorite song"
Ride or die cause otherwise imma roll
Writer: Michael Skaggs
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