No ghostwriter, I wrote mine. Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20's. I just hit a bad bitch with my new bitch. Nigga, I been on that Three 6 (Mafia). Can't hang here, this is not a clothesline. Then I left it where it's at.
Pop, country, rap, trap, punk, rock, I could still sing on it. I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down. You ain't know my crew run it? Stripper bitches don't like me 'cause I get money and don't throw mine. Get fucking maggot brain having. Bhad bhabie only fans pics reddit. This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire. Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'm a toss out. Only time I'm on the block is when the bitches send chicken.
Pre-Chorus: Trouble & Tyler, The Creator]. Ayy, pull out the choppa he runnin' (grra). These rappers be working with writers. 2 Heartless, 2 Heartless, two of 'em, yeah. Hmm, where the hoes? Refrain: Young M. ]. Bhad bhabie then and now. Thirty niggas with me and you know they ready to burn you. Think smart, first get a call then a home. I send your foot to your daughter. LA see you next week, Coachella I'm here today. Kickin', laid back, life's good, no stress. It's Red Lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time. Verse 22: Chris Travis].
The way that you be moving is whack. Yes I'm a lil' workaholic. Oh well, my bitch bad. Get that gunpowder off me, roll a wood up, and laugh. Lane to lane, white ghost, red gust, that's a candy cane, homie. Niggas really thought I was in jail or something.
They fye, but, yeah. You know I'm riding with my dog, just like Scooby-Doo (crip). I seen ten niggas get killed. Play with Drake and I'ma shoot (that's on my mama). Y'all don't even know how a nigga live. I bought all these cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (yeah). Battleaxe blaze from the cross, body never found. Is bhad bhabie straight. Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts? You can get touched with the heat. Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, ain't gotta say it, you already know why.