Bad Boy
Trina
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I'm a bad boy
Know who the baddest boy or is nigga the baddest bitch?
I'm a bad boy, I need a bad bitch
She a good girl but she want a savage
I got a habit, plus I sip lean
All my niggas spillin' sauce, we the drip team
I got the AR and the MAC though
When you pull up to the trap, hit the back door
I draw thirty racks when I re-up
I'm on molly's and the Perc, bitch I'm teed up
In a foreign car with a new bitch
I just dropped six hundred on my new kicks
This a new whip and a cool bitch
They like, "Block, when you finna drop the new shit?"
I got a hundred hundreds in my Balmain
I got three iPhones just to call lame
Four BG's in the pickup
And she gon' ring a nigga line 'til I pick up
I got a new chopper for the new opps
I got a new watch and a new spot
Man, I'm sick of broke hoes, I get stuck up
I'm sick of niggas talking cash when they fucked up
This bad bitch in my DM come from overseas
I gave my mama twenty racks, that's my lawyer fees
Man, October 22, I don't know what to do
Said I'd buy my bitch a Rollie, buy a gym with you
I got niggas up the road reppin' NPR
Boy, you better wipe your feet, this a brand new car
Got a brand new trap with a brand new stove
Got a brand new pot for these brand new O's
I got a brand new closet for these brand new clothes
I just popped a Beamer coupe, I need a brand new Rolls
Got a brand new heater for niggas thinkin' it's sweet
Told my niggas, "Grab a fork if you're ready to eat"
Hold on, slow it down, woah, I think I seen somethin'
Got that nigga talkin' crazy, then I'm finna bleed somethin'
Only tiny nigga call when a nigga need somethin'
It's okay to handle beef, just make sure the cheese comin'
SMT the clique that I claim
I know some real niggas that claim the same thing
Got some young wild niggas on that gang shit
Bitch, I rep Wayne, rock and rep the same shit
I'm a bad boy, I need a bad bitch
She a good girl but she want a savage
I got a habit, plus I sip lean
All my niggas spillin' sauce, we the drip team
I got the AR and the MAC though
When you pull up to the trap, hit the back door
I draw thirty racks when I re-up
I'm on molly's and the Perc, bitch I'm teed up
I got Chopard on my wrist like some headlights
I get all type of gifts 'cause my head right
I say, "Fuck the competition, I'm the baddest bitch"
He gon' only fuck with you 'cause you average
He gon' give me all his money like the Mavericks
I'm shootin' threes on you hoes, I stay travelin'
Doin' shows since the first day I came out
And I ain't fallin' in, bitch, I choose my own route
I got my own clout, stack my own account
And I ain't never beg a bitch for a discount
Hoes lips coked out, fuck these hoes mad
She don't want no problems, man, a ho will get dragged
Tell him I don't play when it comes to gettin' bag
I'm the type of bitch that'll get off in the ass
And I ain't tryna brag, I'm just sayin' what it is
Chapter 305, we gon' get it how we live, there it is
I'm a bad boy, I need a bad bitch
She a good girl but she want a savage
I got a habit, plus I sip lean
All my niggas spillin' sauce, we the drip team
I got the AR and the MAC though
When you pull up to the trap, hit the back door
I draw thirty racks when I re-up
I'm on molly's and the Perc, bitch I'm teed up