GloRilla and Real Boston Richey - Bad Bih 4 Ya

Woo, woo
On the gang, gang (Goliath the goat, baby)
For bad bitches only (hey)

Sh-shawty somethin' bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya

GloRilla
Middle fingers to my haters, all you bitches jealous (fuck y'all)
Been knew I was that bitch, I didn't need a man to tell me (the fuck)
Crop tops in the wintertime, showin' off my flat-ass belly (um)
Gotta watch my back though
All these fuck niggas wanna get me pregnant (on God)
I'm so damn fine, I don't mean to brag or nothin' (I'm just sayin')
Nah, fuck that, to be honest, I don't brag enough (pop your shit)
I like to flirt 'cause I be bored and that shit fun as fuck (nah for real)
He text and said he fallin' for me, I replied, "That's tough" (ugh)
I be where the money at, let them tell it, I be hidin'
Real bitches move in silence like the S inside of island
Fresher than a salad, I be dressin' like a Thousand Islands
Whatever bitches think they be on, I be on that times a thousand

Shawty somethin' bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya (Richey Rich, uh)

Said I'll never fuck no rapper bitch now I'm feelin' like I don't know
I'll fuck like a slave master
Country nigga, I'm straight from Talleyho (come here, ho)
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I had when I walked in the door (ya dig me?)
Ain't tryin' to lead you on
But I'm tryin' to tell ya, Boston Richey go them goals
Post up like a totem pole (yeah), boy, stop playin' I don't know them hoes
Pay ya rent, talkin' pay ya car note bill and buy some clothes
Boston Richie done ran up seven Ms and still gone trap some Os
Flood that bitch with these brand new hundreds
I'll teach a nigga how to trap a ho (ya dig?)
I can smell that bullshit through the wind, bitch, I got a trapper nose
Spend that money, I make it do what it do, I bet them smackers know
Tryin' to play it cool on some rapper shit but I'm tryna play it close
I just text Dank said, "If Glo want me, I'ma get an AP two-tone" (talk to me, Richey)

Shawty somethin' bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, somethin' ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya

(Goliath the goat, baby)

Written by:
Bryce Smith, Gloria Woods, Jalen Foster

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