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[Intro]
(Pyroman)
(Ayy, Rvssian)

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t
I'm a time bomb, n*gga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t
f*ck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a f*cking lame and that's some b*tch sh*t
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the f*cking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three tellies
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the di*k, then baby won't get it

[Verse 1]
Championship ring and I know what it bring, couple bottles, some weed, and she riding on me
Don't like attention, I black out the windows then slide with extendos, we riding lowkey
n*ggas be broke and plotting on me
n*ggas be fake so watch your homies
I can't even lie, I'd rather be lonely in a whip with a b*tch, I watch her dome me
Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter
You let a n*gga done die with your brother
b*tches ain't sh*t, won't ride for another
Now I ain't sh*t, I lie, say I love her
b*tches ain't sh*t, I lie and say I love her
I can't cut ties with the butter
That leave you upset when you love 'em
I say f*ck that, just gun 'em, down
[Chorus]
Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t
I'm a time bomb, n*gga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t
f*ck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a f*cking lame and that's some b*tch sh*t
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the f*cking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three tellies
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the di*k, then baby won't get it

[Verse 2]
I don't really sing, that's cap, I rap, but they say that I do so I tell 'em like f*ck it
I take a b*tch to McDonald's and tell her to get what she want and she better McLove it
If she ask my name, I'll tell her McLovin
I don't make love, a n*gga be f*cking
She don't suck di*k, a n*gga won't bust
She got on Michael Kors and I don't trust
I'ma be nasty, be disgusting
Still ride with the gang, gang
Free them boys out the chain gang
They ain't lost sh*t but they still tryna maintain
I'm a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang cane
f*ck bad b*tches, get money, better know the game, mane

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t
I'm a time bomb, n*gga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t
f*ck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a f*cking lame and that's some b*tch sh*t
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the f*cking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap sh*t with three tellies
I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the di*k, then baby won't get it