Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Jackson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Bad lil' bitch, she from Atlanta
**** mad, they on my dick, go get ya bands up
**** mad, they on my dick, go get ya bands up, boy
**** worried bout some music, go pick ya mans up, boy
She said "What's that purple shit all in your Fanta, boy"
Spent a thousand on some jeans, can't rip the tag off, boy
She throwing ass, told me to grab it
Bitch, I used to serve the feens, had money in the mattress
Better watch yo people, only love you in a casket
I was sitting on the bench, I had to go and get a basket
Yeah, big watch, Patek
You a pussy, don't want static
She said "Boy, whatchu do" check my status
Bitch, I be geekin, I'm the type to leave him leaking
Bitch, I be geekin, I'm the type to leave him leaking
Bitch, I be geekin, I'm the type to leave him leaking
Bitch, I be geekin, I'm the type to leave him leaking
She see the prezzy, now she think a **** Lincoln
She see the swag, come and party with a demon
She hit my phone because she know I brought the streams in
Bitch, I be balling, I don't ever need a screen, yeah
They paid me for the hooks, man, I feel like I'm Kareem, yeah
Got a passion for this music, bitch, I really got a dream, yeah
I think I want a girlfriend when we hit the Philippines, yeah
These **** copy Subii, tell me what you wanna be, yeah
She love to ride the dick, said she love to ride the meat, yeah
She said she tryna geek, she just popped another P, yeah
**** mad, they on my dick, go get ya bands up, boy
**** worried bout some music, pick ya mans up, boy
She said "What's that purple shit all in your Fanta, boy"
Spent a thousand on some jeans, can't rip the tag off, boy
Written by: Jalen Jackson