[Intro: CTRLWIND]
Rest In Peace legend this is for you
999 b*tch!
It's funny, the sh*t I put on this song ain’t gon' sound nothin' like the sh*t we was just doin’
Oh, yeah
I just want bad b*tches
Baddest, them b*tches is the baddest, uh, uh
When I take the molly, I'm a savage
Uh, I say, uh
[Chorus: CTRLWIND]
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad b*tch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad b*tch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
[Verse 1: CTRLWIND]
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas
Tommy in the f*cking Tommy Hilfiger, ’figer, ’figer
That Tommy hit a n*gga, Tommy Hilfiger, f*ck n*ggas
I'm nice, when I’m high off the pills, I'ma f*ck with her
I don't smoke skunk, but tonight I'm getting stuck, n*gga
Pour the codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon’ f*ck with it
She my velcro, uh-huh, guess I'm stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-n*gga did good, I could do better
Bad b*tch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Yung Henry]
I'm a demon and don't come creeping
Open the attic see you peeking
b*tch why you sneaking
I'll leave you leaking
I'm not tweaking
But if you run up on Henry I'm sure that you geeking
Curtain for surface
Lord how come, look how I'm versing
Cursing my curses not learning
My wrist is so cold but I'm still burning
Don't need nothing to be savage
I just turned into a savage
Henry the bandit
We just turned into some bandits
They said I wouldn't make it
Risk come take it, Per petracing
Made this on my own in my motherf*cking basement
I'm pacing you just lazy
Man I do this on the daily nobody pay me
I get that gravy
Yeah they talk about me I don't ever say sh*t
Yeah I'm getting money it ain't no conversation
They all die to me, I don't know why they hatin'
Mama proud to see, that your Henry he made it
[Chorus: CTRLWIND]
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad b*tch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad b*tch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
[Outro: CTRLWIND]
999 b*tch!