Lyrics

[Intro: GloRilla] Woo, woo On the gang, gang (You already know, baby) For bad bitches only [Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey] Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color Gangsta ass bitch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother Uh, that's a bad bitch for you Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you (GloRilla) [Verse 1: GloRilla] Middle finger to my haters, all you bitches jealous (Fuck y'all) Been knew I was that bitch, I didn't need a man to tell me (The fuck) Crop tops in the wintertime, showin' off my flat ass bеlly (Mmm) Gotta watch my back though, all these fuck niggas wanna get mе pregnant (On God) I'm so damn fine, I don't mean to brag or nothin' (I'm just sayin') Nah, fuck that, to be honest, I don't brag enough (Pop your shit) I like to flirt 'cause I be bored and that shit fun as fuck (Nah, for real) He texted and said he fallin' for me, I replied, "That's tough" (Ugh) I be where the money at, let them tell it, I be hidin' Real bitches move in silence, like the S inside of "island" Fresher than a salad, I be dressin' like a thousand island Wherever bitches think they on, I be on that times a thousand [Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey] Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color Gangsta ass bitch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother Uh, that's a bad bitch for you Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you [Verse 2: Real Boston Richey] Said I'll never fuck no rapper, bitch, now I'm feelin' like I don't know I'll fuck like a slave master, country nigga, I'm straight from talleyho Seven hundred fifty cash money what I had when I walked in the door Ain't tryin' to lead you on, but I'm tryin' to tell ya, Boston Richey, go them goals Post up like a totem pole, boy, stop playin', I don't know them hoes Pay ya rent, talkin', pay ya car note bill and buy some clothes Boston Richey done ran up seven Ms and still gone trap some Os Flood that bitch with these brand new hundreds, I'll teach a nigga how to trap a ho I can smell that bullshit through the wind, but I got a trapper nose Spend that money, I make it do what it do, I bet them smackers know Tryin' to play it cool on some rapper shit, but I'm tryin' play it close I just text Dank said if Glo want me, I'ma get an AP two tone [Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey] Shawty somethin' bad, and she red like my favorite color Gangsta ass bitch somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother Uh, that's a bad bitch for you Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you