Bad Bih 4 Ya lyrics

[Intro: GloRilla]
Woo, woo
On the gang, gang (You already know, baby)
For bad b*tches only

[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey]
Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta ass b*tch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad b*tch for you
Red b*tch with long hair, that's a bad b*tch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad b*tch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad b*tch for you (GloRilla)

[Verse 1: GloRilla]
Middle finger to my haters, all you b*tches jealous (f*ck y'all)
Been knew I was that b*tch, I didn't need a man to tell me (The f*ck)
Crop tops in the wintertime, showin' off my flat ass bеlly (Mmm)
Gotta watch my back though, all these f*ck n*ggas wanna get mе pregnant (On God)
I'm so damn fine, I don't mean to brag or nothin' (I'm just sayin')
Nah, f*ck that, to be honest, I don't brag enough (Pop your sh*t)
I like to flirt 'cause I be bored and that sh*t fun as f*ck (Nah, for real)
He texted and said he fallin' for me, I replied, "That's tough" (Ugh)
I be where the money at, let them tell it, I be hidin'
Real b*tches move in silence, like the S inside of "island"
Fresher than a salad, I be dressin' like a thousand island
Wherever b*tches think they on, I be on that times a thousand
[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey]
Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta ass b*tch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad b*tch for you
Red b*tch with long hair, that's a bad b*tch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad b*tch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad b*tch for you

[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey]
Said I'll never f*ck no rapper, b*tch, now I'm feelin' like I don't know
I'll f*ck like a slave master, country n*gga, I'm straight from talleyho
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I had when I walked in the door
Ain’t tryin' to lead you on, but I'm tryin' to tell ya, Boston Richey, go them goals
Post up like a totem pole, boy, stop playin', I don't know them hoes
Pay ya rent, talkin', pay ya car note bill and buy some clothes
Boston Richey done ran up seven Ms and still gone trap some Os
Flood that b*tch with these brand new hundreds, I'll teach a n*gga how to trap a ho
I can smell that bullsh*t through the wind, but I got a trapper nose
Spend that money, I make it do what it do, I bet them smackers know
Tryin' to play it cool on some rapper sh*t, but I'm tryin' play it close
I just text Dank said if Glo want me, I'ma get an AP two tone

[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey]
Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta ass b*tch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad b*tch for you
Red b*tch with long hair, that's a bad b*tch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad b*tch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad b*tch for you