Big Mad (Freestyle) lyrics

I don't want that f*ck n*gga if his Glock ain't got a di*k in it
Bend it, bust it open, turn around he put his di*k in
Tell his baby momma get the f*ck up out my DM
I'm f*cking on that n*gga, lil b*tch you can't even see him
So free him
Still that same b*tch that check hoes, don't respect hoes
Comin' through this b*tch I got my neck froze
One thing, don't ever ask me 'bout no n*gga
Got that .40 in my purse, I keep my finger on the trigger
How you figure, cuz I'm fat, b*tch I ain't the baddest?
Got no money in yo account, lil b*tch I guess you be the saddest
What's yo status? MAD
Bum ass b*tch
Tryna call up on my phone so you can ask about that di*k
b*tch you sick
Lurkin' on my 'Gram with yo friends
What the f*ck is y'all gon do?
b*tch, I already took ya man
Matter of fact
Let me run that back
He where hе wanna be lil b*tch and I can't take that back

Broke hoеs hang with broke hoes
Tryna get choose
I'm a bad b*tch
This boss sh*t in a chokehold
Hoe I ain't duckin' no action, lil b*tch, so please don't try to try me
I will put a bag upon you, I got money like I'm Collin
b*tch I'm wylin
Comin' through I'm stylin'
b*tch you really like me, you just mad because I'm poppin'
Stuntin' on you b*tches with my n*gga while we shoppin'
You claim you don't like me, you the main b*tch who be watchin'
b*tch
You don't wanna f*ck with me
I be outside of your crib with my partners 4 deep
b*tch I'm just playin' you gon have to book me
Cuz you really a fan and baby ain't sh*t free (X2)