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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foreign Jay
Foreign Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Foreign Jay
Foreign Jay
Songwriter
Jaquan Howard
Jaquan Howard
Composer

Lyrics

Bad bitches, I got a different variety
You not a shooter, I feel yo' anxiety
Hop off the porch, bitch, I feel like I'm ridin' it
Spinnin' the block like it's Menace Society
Fuckin' that ho from the back on the carpet
Chase down a ****, chase-down artist
I got that money like it's of the harvest
You ran to the money, but I went the farthest
I'm a real ****, I know you knew better
Went to the bank, I ain't fuck with the teller
This is a Glock, this is not a Beretta
Pull on yo' block, we gon' shoot like it's Keller
Pull in a foreign, an automobile
Bad lil **** like my name's Cahlil
Poppin' her ass while she poppin' a pill
She gimme that neck and I give her the kill
Rockin' designer, lil shawty, this Vlone
**** get mad when you don't let 'em freeload
I got the ice, baby, I got the freeze on
Turn him to Red if he thinkin' he Deebo
Spittin' that hot shit, Chester the Cheeto
She my experiment, guess I'm lil Lilo
Playin' the bitch, I got the cheat code
Ran through the field like I got the cleats on
Cough Drop Jay, how she gave me deepthroat
Circle so small, lookin' like a peephole
Bitch, I'm with apes, I am not with people
I'm not the **** that she gon' sleep on
I'm with the gang and we still on dumb shit
I so swag when I hit the function
Just like a stripper, the pole, I'm clutchin'
**** be bitches but still on tough shit
Bad bitches, I got a different variety
You not a shooter, I feel yo' anxiety
Hop off the porch, bitch, I feel like I'm ridin' it
Spinnin' the block like it's Menace Society
Fuckin' that ho from the back on the carpet
Chase down a ****, chase-down artist
I got that money like it's of the harvest
You ran to the money, but I went the farthest
I'm a real ****, I know you knew better
Went to the bank, I ain't fuck with the teller
This is a Glock, this is not a Beretta
Pull on yo' block, we gon' shoot like it's Keller
Pull in a foreign, an automobile
Bad lil **** like my name's Cahlil
Poppin' her ass while she poppin' a pill
She gimme that neck and I give her the kill
Ha, yuh
Skrt, ayy
Bah, bah, bah
Bad bitches, I got a different variety
You not a shooter, I feel yo' anxiety (Feel yo' anxi—)
Hop off the porch, bitch, I feel like I'm ridin' it
You not a shooter, I feel yo' anxiety
Written by: Foreign Jay, Jaquan Howard
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