CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Bad Azz

(Hitmaka!)
(Got-got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)
Oh

I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
F**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
Hey, f**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, with my bad a** (Talk to me)

Look, first off
B*t*h you know who I am
You ain't bad b*t*h 'cause you runnin' scams
Instagram, Snapchat, and OnlyFans
You hoppin' on d**ks, I'm hoppin' in Lam's
I be with my b*t*hes on some boss sh*t
You and your b*t*hes on some loss sh*t
Price of the fame, what the cost, b*t*h?
If it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no off switch
One or two bad b*t*hes hoppin' out the Wraith
Even in your own city, b*t*h you ain't safe
F**k you and them pu**y-a**, six figure ho
Hahahaha, woah
I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
Yeah, f**k it, let me show them hoеs what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
Hеy, f**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Big Latto)
Hey, with my bad a**

Big Birkin bag, on a broke b*t*h (Yeah)
YSL with Chanel and some more sh*t (Yeah)
All on my d**k, better hope you don't choke sis' (Ugh)
Wrist on water and my pu**y on ocean (Woo)
Young turnt b*t*h, I can't wife a n***a (Nah)
I might f**k him then forget him, just like a n***a (Damn)
I might one night a n***a, ain't the type to lie to n***as (Nah)
F**k a fake moan, ain't gon' cap, like I like a n***a (Nah)
I might smash on a b*t*h, where her mad a**?
On my City Girls sh*t, where the bag at? (B*t*h)
Have you ever seen a quarter million in a gla** bag?
Big Latto and Kash, that's what they mad at

I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
Yeah, f**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (What you call me for?)
Hey, f**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Show theses hoes)
Hey, with my bad a** (Yeah)
I need a bad lil' b*t*h, never gag on the d**k (Uh-huh)
Your hoe call me Tom Brady 'cause I pa**ed on a b*t*h (Haha)
Everything bust down, no flash on them picks
Driveway so long, I call a cab to the whip (I called a cab)
It's real n***as still givin' game so thank us (Uh-huh)
Really touched seven figures and remained so gangster (I did)
Tryna bag my b*t*h but you ain't made no paper (You broke)
Got a jewelry case full of tennis chains and bracelets, uh (Yeah)
F**kin' with a boss n***a, she deserve to be (She deserve to be)
Bought her a salon and paid for her surgery (I did all that)
That pu**y water, then spoil her certainly
It's big d**k baller, whenever she refer to me (Yeah)
Back to back whips when she runnin' with us (Hmm)
You keep leavin' heart emojis under pictures (Hmm)
I can tell them bad b*t*hes actin' funny with you
You know what to do, go and get some money, n***a

I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
F**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
I might smash on them b*t*hes with my bad a** (Bad)
Hey, f**k it, let me show them hoes what they mad at (Mad)
Hey, with my bad a** (Talk to me)

(Got-got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)