Baddie lyrics

[Intro: Robin S, Kyle Richh]
Baby if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright?
Graa
(Damn lil’ Fckbwoy, man, you know that i be killin’ sh*t)
Graa

[Verse 1: Kyle richh]
She a baddie she clutch on the pole
Ima thot, you shoulda’ known
di*k in her belly, she dead off the henny
My thumb in her butt i’m in love with her moan
Real sh*t ima die alone
Clickin’ and clickin’ ima click till it’s gone
Like, Dropping my four he get put on the floor
Don’t get flocked for the sh*t that you on
I got shots for that boy if he run
G-Gun jam up he get beat with the gun
Like, Don’t regret all the sh*t that i did
He triеd to diss he got put in a blunt
Like smoking dotty that boy is a kid
Mix it with grabba this sh*t got a kick
Like f*ck a flеx n*ggas never on sh*t
Like ride or die ima die for my b*tch
Glahh like what ima slide for my b*tch
Spin through throw five for my b*tch
My b*tch a oota’ don’t hide from my b*tch
What ? (Graa, graa graa graa)
Like what ? Like what? b*tch graa, graa, graa
[Verse 2: Kyle richh]
She gon lie make me look like a fool
Like baby i’m ballin’ for you
Like baby i bought you that shoe
She fell in love with the sh*t that i do
Like she get scared when i’m not in the booth
When i do not regret all the shots that i threw
Like she get scared when i’m not in the booth
With the deuce i go kuu ima oot’ at his crew (What?)
She go deep in the sheets when i’m in it
Lay back she gon’ do it submissive
Put my thumb in her butt when i’m in it
I gave her the heat like she Kelly Olinyk
With a gun i go dumb ima oot’ at his lungs
He got hit he was tryna have fun
Spin through his strip we gon’ catch us a hit
Got a lot of new opps in this muf*ckin’ blunt
Ge-get back gang that’s us
That b*tch a thot she wanna go to hibachi
But she came to the date in huaraches
Like what she don’t care she a thotty
Can't trust no b*tch that’s oppy
Can't trust no b*tch that’s what
All for the migos she turn to a stunt
Like what put the beam on his muf*ckin’ gut
[Outro: Kyle richh]
She a baddie she clutch on the pole
Ima thot you shoulda known
di*k in her belly, she dead of the henny
My thumb in her butt i’m in love with her moan
Real sh*t ima die alone
Clickin’ and clickin’ ima click till it’s gone
Like, Dropping my four he get put on the floor
Don’t get flocked for the sh*t that you on
I got shots for that boy if he run
Gun jam up he get beat with the gun
Like, Don’t regret all the sh*t that i did
He tried to diss he got put in a blunt
Like smoking dotty that boy is a kid
Mix it with grabba this sh*t got a kick
Like f*ck a flex n*ggas never on sh*t
Like ride or die ima die for my b*tch
What? Like what like what ima slide for my b*tch
Spin through throw five for my b*tch
My b*tch a oota’ don’t hide from my b*tch
What? (Graa, graa)
Like what ? Like what? b*tch (Graa, graa, graa)
(She a thot she gon’ do it submissive)
(Lay back she gon do it like what)
(Like what, put the beam on his muf*ckin’ gut)