My Bad lyrics

[Intro]
(You could ask big cuz)
b*tches always got something to say (Aha) 
Got Ken The motherf*cking Man in this b*tch 

[Verse 1]
b*tches always tryna talk what they don't know about (What they don't know about)
I be chill in front them n*ggas, you be showing out (Stupid b*tch) 
I be dressing like I'm going out 
Drop that n*gga, he was wanna sorry but I'm glowing now (Yeah) 
(Mm), ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
I blewed up, now everybody know me (Everybody know me)
I don't got feelings, he just give me money (Oh, I like that) 
I saved his number under "Ooh, he want me" 
Model type (Model type), that's what they like (Bad b*tch)
Still thuggin', n*ggas never get it right (Gеt it right) 
b*tches borrow, they gon' copy, they gon' bitе (They gon' copy)
But they swear they did it first, yeah, a'ight (b*tch, please) 

[Chorus]
I don't get along with b*tches, sh*t my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these b*tches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a b*tch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my pus*y 'less you it from the back 
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I ain't got beef with these b*tches, for what? 
Be ugly as f*ck and they can't keep a n*gga for nothing (Stupid ass ho)
b*tches be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer 
Blocking the come up 'cause they stand to see a b*tch one up (What) 
Last place, you hoes earned that spot (Earned that spot) 
f*ck these hoes, pull hoes and turn hoes out (Turn hoes out) 
Cool ass b*tch, walk through, the temp' gon' drop 
I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive, ayy 
 And I don't wanna be his b*tch, I'm in these streets (I'm in these streets) 
No jay walking, this Baleci's on the feet (Balenci's on the feet) 
See you b*tches sending shots but they be cheap
They be friendly when I see 'em but be bullies in they tweets, ayy 

[Chorus]
I don't get along with b*tches, sh*t my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these b*tches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a b*tch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my pus*y 'less you it from the back 

[Outro]
Do it from the back
'Less you do it from the back
n*gga want my time, I gotta tax 
Got all his new b*tches mad
'Cause he keep coming, coming back, coming back 
But I don't want him
Yeah, I'm off him and I ain't on him
Getting high, I'm a stoner 
Ayy, cuz, roll that sh*t up