P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad, young and rich Banana clips on the stick Pull up and pop at your bitch (Pop at your bitch) Been in this shit for a minute (for a minute) I shoot the clip like a lemon (like a lemon) I treat these bitches like bitches Ready for war, we gon' air this bitch out in a minute Iced out, bitch try to ride my wave, get wiped out (Wiped out, hoe!) Pi-pipe down, come through, shut it down right now (Right now, bitch) Whole lotta bad bitches Fashion Nova bad bitches (Fuck 'em) What you gon' do to them hoes? Same thing we did to them last bitches Pu-pu-pull off the lot (Pull off the lot) I drop the top (I drop the top) Pop at an opp Fuck it, I'll pop at a cop (Bitch!) Bitch don't want these problems Cold case, nobody solved it, no way Keep the revolver, beggin' bitch, I'm ballin' I'm at the top, I don't plan on fallin' P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) City girls got these hoes shook like a soda (Explode) Now I drive a Porsche, bitch, you drive a Toyota (Yeah) Used to have to make the money stretch like yoga (Facts) I told y'all hoes once I get rich, it's over B-B-Bad bitch, come get your nigga and your wig snatched He cut the cheque already, come and get your gig back I-I'll slap yo' ass, I swear to God, won't get your lick back I'm in the whip, faster than a ride at Six Flags (Period) Y-Young and bad We can't talk unless that cheque cut (Nah) Just signed a deal under a year, gotta respect us Pur-Purse YSL, shoes Chanel, bitch, I'm living well (Facts) It's a blessing that we made it, 'cause we been through hell D-Don't need your section because we got our own shit, bitch (Bitch) Don't buy me drinks 'cause we got our own lick, bitch (Bitch) We feel like flexing tonight, we 'bout go crazy (Crazy) It's Yung Miami and J.T. fuckin' with Bhad Bhabie Period P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)

Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Yeah, my nails pink But my hunnids blue (Hunnids blue) Runnin' in these threes To these W's (Runnin', bitch) And I might let you chill if I fuck with you I don't wanna meet ya mama, I ain't cuffin' you 60 a show (60 a show) Look at this dough, look at this Back of the Ghost, that's how I roll I'm on some whole other shit Diamonds colored like a Rubix cube My name Bhad Bhabie, bitch Who is you? Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up I'll one night ya (Night) I might taste it if I like it, I won't wife ya (Wife) Pull up Viper (Viper) All my jewelry the right one Ballin', I go Mike Jordan Get head while I'm recordin' On FaceTime, won't record me 60 for a show, I'm important All my spots got glass windows (Yeah) Still got snow like December She want snow, no December I'ma go slow, go deep in her Runnin' through checks, they keep appearin' I don't get scared, I'm God-fearin' New G-Wagon, I barely steer it Paid all cash, don't do leases Yeah, I'll hit a bitch Leases (Pew, pew, yeah) Bought it all cash (Mothafuckin' ballin') And I'm just fuckin' with 'em Just fuckin' with 'em Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) Don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna, with my feet up

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

God, that's so classic I'm three percent away from bein' stranded The way I left was way too cinematic The realization hadn't even landed God fuckin' dammit Don't wanna be put back, back in a moment where I'd wanna change my own mind Already got my bags, already cleared the air Do I even need it that bad? And I wanna come back 'Cause I left my, left my, left my charger (But) I don't wanna go back It'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder Should be by the bedside and, if I'm right, on the left side, yeah (But) That'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder One thing linkin' me to you Plugged in, waitin' in your room I left just a piece of me there Text sent, but you left me on read I wish I could tell it straight No games, lookin' at your face I left a piece of my heart there I wish I never cared, yeah Don't wanna be put back, back in a moment where I'd wanna change my own mind, yeah Already got my bags, already cleared the air Do I even need it that bad? No And I wanna come back 'Cause I left my, left my, left my charger I don't wanna go back It'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder Should be by the bedside and, if I'm right, on the left side, yeah (But) That'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder And I wanna come back 'Cause I left my, left my, left my charger I don't wanna go back It'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder Should be by the bedside and, if I'm right, on the left side, yeah But that'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder And if I'm gonna go back Would you make it, make it harder? 'Cause I don't wanna go back To the moment when I left and how it started And I think this was a sign But if you're fine, it don't feel right, yeah 'Cause it'll make it, make it, make it, make it harder

D.A. got that dope! Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy (Messy) Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend That my what? That my muhfuckin' best friend Go best friend, that's my best friend That's my main bitch, that's my fuckin' best friend (Best friend) If you got a problem then we got a problem If she got a problem then you got a problem (Bitch) She gon' twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk that ass Like it's her fuckin' birthday, bitch twerk that ass (Twerk that ass) That's my best friend, that's my fucking bestie Can't fuck with you hoes 'cause you messy Pull up to the party, I got everybody lit I could brag about my best friends, everybody rich (We rich) Double dutching with the money, I be playin' with the bands Birkin bag, Fashion Nova, Cartier on the lens (On the lens) Every time we pull up, bitches pissed off (Pissed off) Make the whole club jump like Kris Kross (Kris Kross) I'm a bad bitch, poppin' like lip gloss (Lip gloss) We be blowin' money fast like Rick Ross (Rick Ross) Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy ('Cause they messy) Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend (Go, go, go, go, go, go) Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend (Go bitch) Go bestie, that my what? That my muhfuckin' best friend (Go bitch) Ayy, ayy, look Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Run up, and get done up, so you bitches better not test me (Bow, bow bow) Big ol' ass poppin', yeah I'm bad and she bad too Clique full of haters, yeah you mad, your friend mad too (Ah) I ain't fightin' with these hoes, I'm a rich bitch (Bitch) Hair long, nails long, VVs on my neck bitch (Necklace) If you wanna beef with me, I hope you got that fee for me Foot up on they necks, make it hard for hoes to speak to me (Shh) Your hoes better not fuck with my best friend 'Cause if she don't like you bitch, then I don't like you either (Yeah, ah) I know some hoes talkin' shit but quiet when we see 'em (Shh) They try to act like they ain't like me, now they wanna link up, ah Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy ('Cause they messy) Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch) Can't fuck with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend (Go, go, go, go, go, go) Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend Go bestie, that my muhfuckin' best friend (Go bitch) Go bestie, that my what? That my muhfuckin' best friend (Go bitch)

Bobby Kritical I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that Glock, hold that work, baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? (Trust me skrrt, skrrt) Baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me I'ma make you love me, baby, do you trust me? Come in close and hug me (Hug me) Tell that hoe don't test me I don't play 'bout mines, watch this shit get messy Tote that Glock (Glock) Hide it in my spot Bitch, stop playing, I'ma leave you hot Rubber bands wrapped around these knots Bitch, stop playing, watch me kill the parking lot I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that Glock, hold that work, baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? (Trust me, skrrt, skrrt) Baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Tote that Glock, lil' homie, get yo guap (Get yo guap) You my son, lil' nigga, I'm yo' pops (I'm yo pops) I'm on top, lil' bitch, gimme props (Gimmie props) Talkin' charts, lil' baby, play yo' part, lil' baby I'm the boy, yeah, baby, I'm the one (Ooh, yeah) I'ma make you trust me, always keep it hundun Bust down Rollie face, I been getting money face Diamonds do the Diddy dance These the new Givenchy pants Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, VS while my diamonds hit New Chanel, you deserve all of it I put you in charge Baby, you a star, I buy you the mall I put you on a jet, you said I do the most I told you no more coach, yeah Said you don't care 'bout things You said you down for me I told 'em you my queen I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that Glock, hold that work, baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? (Trust me, skrrt, skrrt) Baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? Got the streets in a lock I'ma make you love me