I need a favor, homie

Hit the liquor store and get me a pack of raw papers

You can picture me in dispensaries 'bout to get to taste all the flavors

Ten bad bitches in my apartment, makin' noise, wakin' all the neighbors

Black Locs with the house shoes on, pico like what's up, SA?

You be hatin' like a motherfucker, she a ho but you wanna love her

Hey man, they be talkin' all kinds of shit about you, shut the fuck up

You the type of **** back in high school

That we used to stuff in a locker

Snitch ass ****, bitch ass ****, always run your mouth to mister clock

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

I got ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Right now

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

I'ma cross my t's, dot my i's, swoop the v, right on time

That's with D, baby, my oh my, baby, my oh my

Won't you please get a drummer, some

Double o seven flexin' in a cumber bun

Keep a cold game form while you cut it up

Brought back and now a piece need another one

I'll go, meta flips, let her tumble some

This **** right here be a wonder one

Trick and Trina, man, ****

It's quick to see the way I freakin' see it

Ain't no mixin' me with no glass, ****

Came through the dough on Snapchat

Ten blunts later and had a flat back

Fuck around, slide two, set it back, back

Off a few haikus and the yack black

Been a young tycoon, cross the nap jack

Bet I cause typhoon if the gat fat

Got ten Rachel Rays whippin' flap jacks

Make 'em pay what they weigh, where the cash at?

Wouldn't play lemonade, that's a rat trap

Got a Becky with the good hair, Lexi with the hood hair

Both tryin' to find where they tracks at

Where they tracks at?

That's how you mack that

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

I got ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Right now

I got ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Smoking papers or it's vapers

Team to stack the goldest status

Independent **** take it

No more favors, y'all gon' pay us

You been hatin', we been patient

Pull up straight to your location

GPS in the STS, you don't see BS, I'm at CVS

You see me blessed, I know the game, I should be a ref

Follow the rules or you'll meet your death

To walk in my shoes you need Jesus steps

Lord have mercy, bored his verse be

Extra sauce, no extra cost, that Pace picante

Green money, my favorite entree

Split it three ways with my compadres

Smokin' backwoods, playin' guapoley

Gettin' closer to where my goals is

Yeah, I'm older but I got colder

I'm bipolar, I'm not sober

Don't mix Hennessy with no soda

Drink it straight up, get your weight up

Big old ass with a little A cup

She wide open, it's a lay up like

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

I got ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)

Right now

I got ten bad bitches in my apartment

(You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)