Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Renzell Roque
Songwriter
Malik Jones
Songwriter
Rasidi Bloomfield
Songwriter
Lyrics
I ain't fuckin' with no good girl, I'm want the baddest
I might just pull up to your hood, girl, cause she get ratchet
I just ripped up all her skims, she thought she was Kim Kardashian
Bitch, why you got a gym membership if you ain't active?
Like funny pants that white people be wearing, you be slacking
Know a white boy that be shooting shit, but no, he not Cole Bennett
I might pull up with some Spiderman, but I'm not Uncle Benny
Sipping Migos, baby, please don't pass the Henny
Huh
Yeah
My bitch she ain't classy, she want me pull out the camera
I pop out and shoot shit up like I don't got no manners
Wake up like what car I want, I treat life like a gamble
Hit that block with MC Hammer, they obey like propaganda
I know you heard Big Poppa, baby girl, I'm not romantic
I still a make the baddest bitch think she below my standards
These rappers do their yapping like these **** don't be lacking
I pull up with Action Jackson, 223s in my chromatic
New jewelry for my wrist, my Cuban link already dancing
I like all my bitches pretty, I like all my windows tinted
I do all my bills in Benjis, I do all my hits out Bentleys
Cop the coupe and cut the ceiling
Rub me wrong, I call the troops
They at your house like I'm lieutenant,
Bitch, don't make me say that word
Look, slide through hugging that curb in a S2K, vibe some like Suki
Bulletproof glass for the walls in the spot, leave the stones in the beach, Vespucci
My bitch, she bad like a Karrueche, I put her tatted up skin in some Gucci
Innat bitch actin' bougie, she poppin' ass to like all of my music
That boy don't pay a bill, why he out here like he flexin'?
Heard her last **** was a fanned out **** with his hands out, ****, stop playin
I know you not for real, why the fuck you think she textin'?
Word the band was a handout, ****, you's a man down, ****, start prayin
I know you heard Showstopper, baby, guns be hard to dance with
I told her, move your body for me, I'm not Bryan Sanon
Although I'm not romantic, she lick tongues with me like candy
Mandem don't want no static, introduce the automatic
Like get back in the gym with your weak-ass bitch, get active
Like get back in the-
I ain't fuckin' with no good girl, I'm want the baddest
I might just pull up to your hood, girl, cause she get ratchet
I just ripped up all her skims, she thought she was Kim Kardashian
Bitch, why you got a gym membership if you ain't active?
Like funny pants that white people be wearing, you be slacking
Know a white boy that be shooting shit, but no, he not Cole Bennett
I might pull up with some Spiderman, but I'm not Uncle Benny
Sipping Migos, baby, please don't pass the Henny
You know you done fucked up right?
Written by: Malik Jones, Rasidi Bloomfield, Renzell Roque