I like bad bitches, you just catfishin' Y'all some sad bitches, fuck that crash mission

I get cash visions, you want me to put my hands on you, say you're back itchin

When y'all ride the fashion, y'all should call me Aero Blacksmith

But now you're just a lame to me, cause I know you jack him

He was one of my lil' plays, I already waxed him

Riding in the back, it's late, Michael Jackson

I used to say 50 ball now I'm out here taxin

Wax on, wax off, baby, I'm the blacksmith

Homicide, triple cross, mama, really, I'm trim

I bet you didn't know my lil' Haitian partner just cursed him

Hop in that focus, focus, this smith in here, I disperse him

This is now, you don't gotta speak, I got remote film

You gon' have to sit back in the crowd and watch the boat drift

This the university, or the Ashley Tote field

I've been through adversity, but I know I'm chosen

Baby, wanna fuck with me, tell me what you go through

Tell me is that pussy hot, tell me what he did to you

Tell me you can't get him out your mind unless I get to you

You wanted to be friends in the sky until I get to it

Michael Pruitt, runnin' through all of these vibes

Don't you feel my music

I can do it, dive all in that pussy like a dolphin, do it

I can fake on you baby, and I ain't faking

I can't fake the shit no more, baby that's why I rage

I can't fake the shit no more, baby that's why I rage

I can't fake the shit no more, baby that's why I rage

I can't fake the shit no more, baby

I can't fake the shit no more, baby

I can't fake the shit no more, baby that's why I rage

Don't got your phone number no more, don't worry bae, I got a page up

So you want me to sing to you, to you, Fantasia

Oh you want me to sing to you, to you, Fantasia

I don't got no problem with it baby, I'm able

Able

You come out of nowhere with this new shit on the table

Then all of a sudden I start fucking that new bitch, you ain't stable

Oh, new kicks on the table

Walk in skinny Rick, tripping like a fucking Weibo

I like bad bitches, you just can't fish it

Y'all some sad bitches, fuck that crash mission

I get cash visions

You want me to put my hands on you so you back at you

When y'all riding fast and y'all should call me Aero Blacksmith

But now you're just delaying to me cause I know you jack him

He was one of my lil' plays, I already waxed him

Riding in the back, it's me, Michael Jackson

I used to say 50 ball now I'm at here taxing

Wax on, wax off, baby I'm the blacksmith

Homicide, triple cross, mama really I'm trim