Hood b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baddest b*tch you've ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your n*gga see us out he be like "Rah"
Uh, you ain't seen nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door, boss b*tch galore
Sauce dripping on the floor and I keep it raw
Talking like they want more but they're keeping score
Still I'm winning, tight pus*y I'm gripping
Baby I'm never tripping, rolling in Gucci linen
I get the bag, I get the bag, I get it done
Still they're talking sh*t, fam I'll get you bun
Coming from the South side of the slum
Ay, bodybag, bodybag
Yeah I'm killing sh*t, baddest in the bits
With the clique make a n*gga sick, why you on my di*k?
I mean you want my clit like you want a hit
Why you talking slick? You ain't with the sh*ts
He's so obsessed man, I've got him in his feelings for real
Said I'm a snack but he tryna eat the cake like a meal
Labels on me like designers, tryna sign me a deal
How you want a housewife when you ain't paying the bills?

[Hook]
Just a hood b*tch, coming from the hood, b*tch
Just a hood b*tch, coming from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet (And you know dat)
I don't never have it (And you know dat)