Bad Girl Lyrics

She a bad girl, do it with no hands now

Every time the gang pull up with them bands out, huh

I ain't got a ask, I know she a fan now

Every time she at the spot she got the cam out

Alot of bitches hate me, them other bitches could have missed me, wanna have my baby,

These people shit get crazy

Her name Alexis, bougie bitch, her dream car a Mercedes

She searched up destinations tryna think I Turks and Caics her

I been goin' through phases, in and out them races

Tell me if you come with me, lil' baby, gotta be patient

Man, she don't need no BBL, baby go for it

If you want this money, baby, come with me and run for it

We be trippin' takin' trips, I own the way, you a tourist,

bro be passin' like he Russ, good exotic fuck her up

She be tryin' me, wild boy, go jon moxley

Pocket full of deadmans my bank account, worth bodies

And no, I ain't outside bitchin', nothin' like you niggas

On my better days, outside makin' play, I'm on the center

That hoe done played you, sent the drop and now dem boys break & enter

oh, you love her and you miss her

Gang den hit her like a fender-bender, damn

She a bad girl, do it with no hands, now

Every time that gang pull up with them bands out

Now, I ain't trippin' with your hoe, I'm the man now

Every time we in the spot, she get ran down

She a bad girl, do it with no hands, now

Every time that gang pull up with them bands out,

No, I ain't trippin' with your hoe, I'm the man now

Every time we in the spot, she bring bands out

My hoe get it on

Yeah she got a throwback body, 90s Nia Long, stay Chanel cologne,

Don't wait up for me mama

You be sleep when I get home, she heard about that drama, now she wanna take my phone

Leave me long, hoe, calls from her bitch, that's the wrong hoe

Know that she ain't worth it, she just hope I put her on though

No, I ain't tryna put your name in a song hoe

Every shout, I get a shout-out from the wrong hoe

It's been hours she don't know, where her thong go

In the crib, she just wanna play my songs bro

Sticks runnin around with blicks, it's not a single along hoe

She think that I'm like her nigga, baby you got the wrong hoe

I get a pack, still be blowin' smoke, niggas goin' ghost

Niggas hoes, this a celebration, I still make a toast

I do the shit that I'm supposed to do, I don't got a boast

She like C's, why you overseas, flyin' cross the coast

Do that vintage and supreme tee's, gotta put it on

Get in numbers from a random bitch tappin' on my phone

She gettin' dicked down, she like gettin' clapped to my songs

She getting hit now she how this bitch act when she alone, damn

She a bad girl, do it with no hands now

Every time she see tha gang, we bring brands out

No, I ain't trippin' with your hoe, I'm the man now

Every time we in the spot, she get ran down

She a bad girl, do it with no hands now

Every timethat gang pull up with them bands out

No, I ain't trippin' on your hoe, I'm the man now

Every time we in the spot, she get ran down