Bad b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches n*gga
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, I got bad b*tches
I f*ck rap n*ggas' b*tches, yeah, hey
I f*ck trap n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah
I f*ck acting n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah
I f*ck bosses n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Same old dirty n*gga, grimey for sure
Sizzle man the god, D.O.G for sure
That n*gga like he really do this
They mad that they not with the movement
I keep them lil hoes on some bullsh*t
Young Sizzle, I'm known to run through a b*tch
We tryna go run up a suitor b*tch
I made my little b*tch go recruit a b*tch
I switch and then swap 'em, the super sh*t
Nobody didn't tell her we hooligans
You say you one hundred, then prove it then
Just know from the jump that ho let me in
And if I go broke can you whip a ten?
I might just go buy you a whip again
I love that she bringing her money in
She love to go f*ck and then f*ck again
She play with the wood like a violin
She suck me to sleep 'fore the night end
That pus*y too far, roll the dice then
She know I'm a sucker for lightskins
I told her I'm toting that pipe in
Didn't tell him I'm turning his wife in
[Chorus]
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches n*gga
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, I got bad b*tches
I f*ck rap n*ggas' b*tches, yeah, hey
I f*ck trap n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah
I f*ck acting n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah
I f*ck bosses n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah

[Verse 2]
Mud in my one liter, know I poured the whole four
Perkies got me tweaking, I been textin' old hoes
Got b*tches that slip but they head right
She tryna make me run a red light
Been luckin' that lil ho, that head right
I'm tryna go bust in your headlights
My n*ggas been tell me they dead right
Don't have a such thing as a dead night
Man f*ck all that, I got to play it right
You know what I'm worth, a whole player, right?
You know that a young n*gga bread right
Won't f*ck up, a young n*gga head hot
Don't pick up the phone until midnight
Got two or three b*tches in mid-life
My college b*tch tryna be some'
I had to put her in a threesome
I swear I'm a product of Ether
I f*ck on that b*tch and release her
And if she 'bout business, I teach her
Forgot that I f*cked me a teacher
I pay the little b*tch 'til her lease up
Come f*ck with me ho, can you keep up?
[Chorus]
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches n*gga
I got bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, I got bad b*tches
I f*ck rap n*ggas' b*tches, yeah, hey
I f*ck trap n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah
I f*ck acting n*ggas' b*tches, huh, facts
I f*ck bosses n*ggas' b*tches, huh, yeah