You a, you a, bad, bad (other way kids!)
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch (ay, ay, ay)
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks
[?] the smack, lickin up powder bags
Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it
Three in the back, and that’s not including your bitch tushy
Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck
In my counts, suck it up, bitch I’m fucked
Lead the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Dreads full of stank, til’ my car fuckin’ [?]
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck
Lean the seat back as I’m swerving, I crash
Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black
I’m ash
Put ’em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, “If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
Let’s just be terrorists”
Well punk boy let me see
(Bitch, you a bad hoe
Bitch, you a bad hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
Bitch, you a bad hoe
Bitch, you a bad hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch)
This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac’ up)
Fight self-debt with no guts (no guts)
Voice in my head say, “Ya ain’t kill yourself!”
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hop out, Torkoal
Told homie make a circle
Fuck you when the [?]
These Xanax anxiety on panic
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I got to go!
I got a sixty pack waitin’ at home
Feel like a zombie; I’m all alone
Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
[?]
Let’s get it, get that hoe
Motherfucking gang (gang!)
I don’t damn care, aye
So am I right?
(Bitch, you a bad hoe
Bitch, you a bad hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
Bitch, you a bad hoe
Bitch, you a bad hoe
They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
Triple Six)