Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Took time flipping mastering tracks, juggin robbing any motherf*cker who cap
Demi God based on all the facts. Helpless emotions overcome me, bad
I don't wanna feel this feeling
Come around? Empathy? Really?
Sometimes I feel silly, I think I might kill me
Tip of the top, crème of the crop
In an instant, drop to the bottom, bedrock
Time don't stop, Patek on my wrist
Got a bitch rich, tried to have my kids
Keep the plastic, wrap it pre-flaccid
I'm classy, stay classic
These trashy bitches tryna get me, but I'm an addict
For that
Money
Funny, bitches think I'm dummy
Crummy, break a nigga nose. Leaking, runny oh
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Turn up on these lames, they don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Where were you niggas?
When I was just down
I'm chasing this paper...
Y'all wanna come back around?
Middle finger up to the Ops
F*ck a bad bitch in a new drop top
Switch up the coupe, two door hot boxed
Free lil brodie, that all I got, you feel me?
Free my lil bro that's my muhf*cking nigga
Remember them days, we was robbin, f*cking juggin
Never gave a f*ck about bitch, and her feelings
Sippin on lean
Got my mind moving slow
F*cking these bitches
With a mouth full of gold
Do you love me, do you want me? yeah
Do you love me, why you phony?
Free lil brodie
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
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Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Took time flipping mastering tracks, juggin robbing any motherf*cker who cap
Demi God based on all the facts. Helpless emotions overcome me, bad
I don't wanna feel this feeling
Come around? Empathy? Really?
Sometimes I feel silly, I think I might kill me
Tip of the top, crème of the crop
In an instant, drop to the bottom, bedrock
Time don't stop, Patek on my wrist
Got a bitch rich, tried to have my kids
Keep the plastic, wrap it pre-flaccid
I'm classy, stay classic
These trashy bitches tryna get me, but I'm an addict
For that
Money
Funny, bitches think I'm dummy
Crummy, break a nigga nose. Leaking, runny oh
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Turn up on these lames, they don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Where were you niggas?
When I was just down
I'm chasing this paper...
Y'all wanna come back around?
Middle finger up to the Ops
F*ck a bad bitch in a new drop top
Switch up the coupe, two door hot boxed
Free lil brodie, that all I got, you feel me?
Free my lil bro that's my muhf*cking nigga
Remember them days, we was robbin, f*cking juggin
Never gave a f*ck about bitch, and her feelings
Sippin on lean
Got my mind moving slow
F*cking these bitches
With a mouth full of gold
Do you love me, do you want me? yeah
Do you love me, why you phony?
Free lil brodie
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Took time flipping mastering tracks, juggin robbing any motherf*cker who cap
Demi God based on all the facts. Helpless emotions overcome me, bad
I don't wanna feel this feeling
Come around? Empathy? Really?
Sometimes I feel silly, I think I might kill me
Tip of the top, crème of the crop
In an instant, drop to the bottom, bedrock
Time don't stop, Patek on my wrist
Got a bitch rich, tried to have my kids
Keep the plastic, wrap it pre-flaccid
I'm classy, stay classic
These trashy bitches tryna get me, but I'm an addict
For that
Money
Funny, bitches think I'm dummy
Crummy, break a nigga nose. Leaking, runny oh
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Tired of all these fake ass niggas, talking ranks
They don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Looking at your page, and you looking real phony
Take away the money. Where your gang? Where your homies?
Bitch
Turn up on these lames, they don't talk facts, bitch we pull up in tanks
Where were you niggas?
When I was just down
I'm chasing this paper...
Y'all wanna come back around?
Middle finger up to the Ops
F*ck a bad bitch in a new drop top
Switch up the coupe, two door hot boxed
Free lil brodie, that all I got, you feel me?
Free my lil bro that's my muhf*cking nigga
Remember them days, we was robbin, f*cking juggin
Never gave a f*ck about bitch, and her feelings
Sippin on lean
Got my mind moving slow
F*cking these bitches
With a mouth full of gold
Do you love me, do you want me? yeah
Do you love me, why you phony?
Free lil brodie
Tired of all these lil bad bitches running game
Pop they pussy buss it on a Instagram page
Skirtin off these lanes got my heart moving slowly
Got a bad bitch tryna eat me like Fazolis
Writer: Cameron Smith-Poe, Dee Nichols
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid