​bad b*tch sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(Fake b*tches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake b*tches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake b*tches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake b*tches, jet lag)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
I need some water, my throat is getting dry again
Hard to keep my attention when I'm off of a Xan
Bad b*tch sh*t, bet you're new to it
Told you not to talk to me, don't wanna hear that stupid sh*t you gotta say
Digging up a shallow grave (Honestly)
LAX and NYC, all designer brands on me
f*ck that (Oh), I just need to get a big bag
They keep asking if I'm (Up), b*tch, I've been that

[Verse 2]
I think I'm becoming selfish
And I don't think I wanna change regardless of what I've been on
Moving in silence, I'm moving alone
Labels keep texting me sh*t that I don't understand, I'm getting my check and I'm gone
Bringing him into my whip, I'ma hit it and dip, I could never give him some respect
I done lost so many friends, but they all crawling back now that they know that I'm next up
[Verse 3]
And I'm stressed and they want my life and I don't know why
Yeah, my life is filled with dog tags, Prada bags
Fake b*tches, jet lag
Rolling up, counting up
Popping beans and getting stu-stuck
Cherry Fanta, pop a bus
Red Bull (Throw it up)
Face down, asphalt
Don't know when I've had enough