Lyrics:

Fake bitch how dare you and try diss me
And try kiss me and say you miss me?
Looking back I really would've done things differently
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad
Ima pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city
Brought the blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure but she pretty to me
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad
She said seeing as you don't love me no more should we just be done
She said seeing as you don't love me no more should I go my mums
She said seeing as you don't love me and I'm not the one
She said if you don't wanna hold me down you gotta let me run
She told me 'ooh 29 right there I'm 'bout to cum'
Can't take dick good but she'll die right here when I use my tongue
I got a whole team full of savages that's gonna gun n run
Tell me what's the point in soldiers
If they ain't gonna use their guns?
Fake bitch how dare you and try diss me
And try kiss me and say you miss me?
Looking back I really would've done things differently
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad
Ima pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city
With a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure but she pretty to me
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad
She said if you love me, why you always run?
My heart is covered in gold, baby I'm one of them ones
And I pulled up covered in chrome, baby its one of them ones
They in the trap all week, used look like Beez
Gotta shout out some of my sons
Panoramic on 23's, many of 'em serving hella fiends
Fuck this henny go and get the lean
Fuck with a bitch gon' let it be
She goey inside like gelatin
I sell everything, bitch I ain't sellin' me
I need 800 loads just ready please
Fake bitch how dare you and try diss me
And try kiss me and say you miss me?
Looking back I really would've done things differently
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad
Ima pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city
Brought the blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure but she pretty to me
Baby you're bad, bad, bad
You feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this feeling don't come from no bad, bad luck