Glorilla Bad Bih 4 Ya (feat. Boston Richey)
[Intro: GloRilla]
Woo, woo
On the gang, gang (You already know, baby)
For bad bitches only
[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston 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 you
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you (GloRilla)
[Verse 1: GloRilla]
Middle finger 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 f..ck)
Crop tops in the wintertime, showin' off my flat ass bеlly (Mmm)
Gotta watch my back though, all these f..ck niggas wanna get mе pregnant (On God)
I'm so damn fine, I don't mean to brag or nothin' (I'm just sayin')
Nah, f..ck 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 f..ck (Nah, for real)
He texted 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 island
Wherever bitches think they on, I be on that times a thousand
[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston 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 you
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you
[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey]
Said I'll never f..ck no rapper, bitch, now I'm feelin' like I don't know
I'll f..ck like a slave master, country nigga, I'm straight from talleyho
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I had when I walked in the door
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, boy, stop playin', I don't know them hoes
Pay ya rent, talkin', pay ya car note bill and buy some clothes
Boston Richey 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
I can smell that bullshit through the wind, but 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 tryin' play it close
I just text Dank said if Glo want me, I'ma get an AP two tone
[Chorus: GloRilla & Real Boston 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 you
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for you
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for you
Only listenin' when you payin' the bills, that's a bad bitch for you
