►Lyrics: Only on them C’s if it’s breeze red ruby da sleeze Chinese on my sleeve these wanna be chun li’s Anyway
你好 Nǐ hǎo Nǐ hǎo
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? I knew these bitches was slow I ain’t know these bitches senile Married a shooter case you Niggas tried to breathe loud Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire I’m the A, B side 700 on them horses when we fixing to leave But I’on fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
Uh oh Uh oh
Gotta be careful when I dip its flips all in the whip It’s 40s with 30 clips FN’s with the switch Guacamole with the taco waiting on El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe.
Bad gyal don’t die die die Hunnit rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot ta ta She my lil vibe, my lil ah ah ah Bad gyal don’t run from nobody like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na na na na na na na I stay with my na na na na na na na His ex hit him, he like na na na na na na na He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat why I’m a tease like that? I’ll na na na na na na na He tell me bring him that na na na na na na na We don’t be Karen like Donna na na na na na I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I’m a freak like that?
Bad gyal don’t die die die Hunnit rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot ta ta She my lil vibe, my lil ah ah ah Bad gyal don’t run from nobody like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me
VERSE 3 When the Queen leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach Until I’m cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast That new Spectre, we don’t feel pot holes Dorito bitches mad that they nachos Shout out my vatos Shout out da hoes that’s watching me like movados ( click click click) All them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes Big truck but I’m alone like Post though Call Malone and tell him I’m going postal!!! These bitches rapping like my blooper roll Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold Got ‘em like uh-oh Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle Ya fucking bozo That 40 cal a make’em dance like a go go Super Fakks that’s word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat!
Cuz bitches couldn’t walk in my Crocs, that’s word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly bundy Man these bitches so slow man they slower than sloths 600 horse, how you gone catch the boss? Caught ‘em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth See the difference is: I run businesses If I ain’t employ you, then what yo business is? I’ll have staff roll up like what the business is? Oh you don know that my niggas kill witnesses?
Bad gyal don’t die die die Hunnit rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot ta ta She my lil vibe, my lil ah ah ah Bad gyal don’t run from nobody like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me
