​avril lavigne lyrics

[Intro: XLOVCLO]
Bad b*tch, I act up (Guapy, run it back)
Broke n*gga can't cuff
I came to f*ck, n*gga, shut up

[Chorus: angelus]
Pull up to your party and I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't f*ck with me, I got Glocks in my jeans

[Post-Chorus: angelus & JAHHLU]
Ayy, you cannot f*ck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few n*ggas switched on me
And these n*ggas changed out of jealousy
You n*ggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me (Hold up)

[Verse: JAHHLU]
Hold up, day one, I cannot switch on my day ones
Up on the block with a ray gun, I'm finna play one
b*tch, from your team, we gon' take one
Then I'ma spin on the block and I get the whole gang some
And I'm finna shoot up the block with a AR
And I got the better game on me like Treyarch
Say I'm a f*ck n*gga, f*ck no, who they are
I'm pushing two hundred, I feel like a racecar
Sike, nah, dumb n*gga, I don't drive
Private jet, E.T., I fly
You gon' D-I-E if you slide
He ridin' my wave, b*tch, you lookin' like Rod
He movin' like Garry, I treat him like Mod
I walk with that big choppa on me like Kai
Nobody is f*cking with me, that's on God (b*tch)
(Boom-boom-boom)
[Chorus: angelus]
Pull up to your party, I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't f*ck with me, I got Glocks in my jeans

[Post-Chorus: angelus]
Ayy, you cannot f*ck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few n*ggas switched on me
And these n*ggas changed out of jealousy
You n*ggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me (Ha)

[Interlude: XLOVCLO]
Bad b*tch, I act up
Broke n*gga can't cuff
I came to f*ck, n*gga, shut up
You not tryna f*ck, what the f*ck?
Not try—, uh, what the f*ck?
[Outro: angelus]
I can't take back things that I did
Sit inside my room where I kept thinking of you
And all those times we spent together, I did it all for you
I swear I'll never break your trust and I'll never break the rules
I try my best to switch my methods, an effort to improve for you