Bad Azz lyrics

by

Hitmaka


[Intro: Kash Doll]
(Hitmaka!)
(Got-got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)
Oh

[Chorus: Kash Doll & DJ Infamous]
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
Hey, f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, with my bad ass (Talk to me)

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Look, first off
b*tch you know who I am
You ain't bad b*tch 'cause you runnin' scams
Instagram, Snapchat, and OnlyFans
You hoppin' on di*ks, I'm hoppin' in Lam's
I be with my b*tches on some boss sh*t
You and your b*tches on some loss sh*t
Price of the fame, what the cost, b*tch?
If it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no off switch
One or two bad b*tches hoppin' out the Wraith
Even in your own city, b*tch you ain't safe
f*ck you and them pus*y-ass, six figure ho
Hahahaha, woah
[Chorus: Kash Doll & Mulatto]
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
Yeah, f*ck it, let me show them hoеs what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
Hеy, f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Big Latto)
Hey, with my bad ass

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Big Birkin bag, on a broke b*tch (Yeah)
YSL with Chanel and some more sh*t (Yeah)
All on my di*k, better hope you don't choke sis' (Ugh)
Wrist on water and my pus*y on ocean (Woo)
Young turnt b*tch, I can't wife a n*gga (Nah)
I might f*ck him then forget him, just like a n*gga (Damn)
I might one night a n*gga, ain't the type to lie to n*ggas (Nah)
f*ck a fake moan, ain't gon' cap, like I like a n*gga (Nah)
I might smash on a b*tch, where her mad ass?
On my City Girls sh*t, where the bag at? (b*tch)
Have you ever seen a quarter million in a glass bag?
Big Latto and Kash, that's what they mad at

[Chorus: Kash Doll & Benny The Butcher]
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
Yeah, f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (What you call me for?)
Hey, f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Show theses hoes)
Hey, with my bad ass (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]
I need a bad lil' b*tch, never gag on the di*k (Uh-huh)
Your hoe call me Tom Brady 'cause I passed on a b*tch (Haha)
Everything bust down, no flash on them pics
Driveway so long, I called a cab to the whip (I called a cab)
It's real n*ggas still givin' game so thank us (Uh-huh)
Really touched seven figures and remained so gangster (I did)
Tryna bag my b*tch but you ain't made no paper (You broke)
Got a jewelry case full of tennis chains and bracelets, uh (Yeah)
f*ckin' with a boss n*gga, she deserve to be (She deserve to be)
Bought her a salon and paid for her surgery (I did all that)
That pus*y water, then spoil her, certainly
It's big di*k baller, whenever she refer to me (Yeah)
Back to back whips when she runnin' with us (Hmm)
You keep leavin' heart emojis under pictures (Hmm)
I can tell them bad b*tches actin' funny with you
You know what to do, go and get some money, n*gga

[Chorus: Kash Doll & DJ Infamous]
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*tches with my bad ass (Bad)
Hey, f*ck it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, with my bad ass (Talk to me)

[Outro]
(Got-got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)
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