Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits
Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t
I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic
Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t
fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' man ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce that's a Cullinan I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it But still get a pack in and I'll mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three telly's
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick then baby won't get it
Championship ring and I know what it bring
Couple bottles and some weed and she riding on me
Don't like attention I black out the windows then slide with extendos be riding lowkey ni**as be broke and plottin' on me
ni**as be fake so watch yo homies
I can't even lie I rather be lonely in a whip with a b*tch I watch her dome me
Whip matte black ride with the cutter
You love that ni**a then die with ya brother
b*tches ain't sh*t won't ride for another
Now I ain't sh*t I lie say I love her
b*tches ain't sh*t I lied say I love her
I can't cut ties with the bu*ter
They leave you upset when you love 'em
I say fu*k that just gun 'em, down
Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits
Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t
I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic
Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t
fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' man ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce that's a Cullinan I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it But still get a pack in and I'll mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three telly's
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick then baby won't get it
I only sing, that's cap I rap but they say that I do so I tell 'em like fu*k it
I take a b*tch to McDonalds and tell her to get what she want and she better McLoveit
If she ask my name I tell her McLovin'
I don't make love a ni**a be fu*kin'
She don't su*k dick a ni**a won't bust it She got a Michael Kors then I don't trust it Uh be nasty be disgusting
Still ride with the gang gang
Free them boys out the chain gang
They ain't lost sh*t but they still tryna maintain
I'ma bad boy causing ruckus
Bro still tryna slang cane
fu*k bad b*tches and get money better know the gang name
Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits
Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t
I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic
Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t
fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' man ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce that's a Cullinan I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it But still get a pack in and I'll mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three telly's
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick then baby won't get it