Alabama Barker Cry Bhabie
[Intro: Bhad Bhabie, Alabama Barker]
(Bitch, you're a f..cking home wrecker, like…? What the f..ck?)
(I don't want to be nothing like you, Dr. Phil loser bitch) Huh? What?
(And your bum ass man keeps hitting me up) Okay
(He wants me so bad, confessed his love to me)
Yeah, ha, alright
[Verse 1]
Couldn't believe what my eyes seen, scrollin' up on IG
Can't believe I heard a diss track, this hoe don't like me?
Dog bitches doin' all that barkin' but won't bite me
I ain't gotta lift a finger if she try to fight me, yeah
My life a movie, daddy Spike Lee
Travis told me, "Go and turn up," it's givin' Hype Beast
Smokе to me is like an exеrcise, so tread lightly
I was out in LV, and LV tried to pipe me
I can't even cap, I didn't know he was your BD
I told twin to chill, he said, "You sweeter than some kiwi"
I'm coming for heads, all you bitches gotta see me
This sweet life ain't on TV, yeah
Wish I could beat your ass through the phone on 3D
Bet if I had caught you outside, it would be free me
Like Big Meech
You want smoke because he tried to eat me?
Only smoke you got is out that vape, bitch
What's up with all the hate, bitch?
No love for you, I hate fake shit
Ass shots are off and I can tell the way you shake it
You said I'm a clone like I copied and I pasted
I'm too lit, I'm gettin' white girl wasted!
[Chorus]
Bhabie off them Perks, down bad
Cryin' on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad
Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash
Think you doing some 'cause you got a lil' bag
Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll hoe again
Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll hoe again
[Verse 2]
(Bama, don't say it)
Yeah, I bet I know some shit that you ain't never know
Your best friend and your BD, they been gettin' it on
And the sad part about it, you still gon' bring him home
And the funny thing about it, he still be in my phone
Poppin' shit like Fanta, you talk a lot on camera
You really asked that man, "Should I dye my hair like Bama?"
The pills got you higher, turned you to a liar
You must be TMZ, bitch, don't make me call lil' Tyga
Been that bitch, better come correct
I'm the realest last time I checked
Hoes tryna play innocent, can't tolerate no disrespect
Light the stove, like, what's the tea?
Lied about some pregnancy
Just wanna be in my family tree
Down bad, it's hard to see
Should've thought 'bout tryna check B
FIFA, this shit gon' get messy
Let this be the last time you step to me
You doin' threes with your bestie
[Chorus]
Bhabie off them Perks, down bad
Cryin' on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad
Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash
Think you doing some 'cause you got a lil' bag
Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll hoe again
Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll hoe again
[Outro]
Alright, listen
Bitches be talkin' about me but having babies they not watching, babysitter-havin' ass bitch
Like, how's Tilan your best friend but f..cked your baby daddy? I bet you didn't know that
Bitch, you've been a fan, you've been that
You can't outdo the doer, bitch
And Camilla, bitch, shut the f..ck up
The facts come from your baby daddy, bitch, I said what I said
You know when it come to you, blood, we step on shit
Tell these bitches big it! Shit real get real, B team
The things that you have lied about, love
You don't want them to come out
On God
Haha, bitch