Make It Bad

I can’t read yo mind, bitch I don’t know why you mad (why you mad hoe)

Probably cause im up and I been making that bag (what you mad 4)

That bitch been on my gram but she don’t follow me back (she don’t follow me back)

She just liked a picture of me shaking my ass

Clap that ass for ya (yeah), make it bad for ya (make it bad)

I blow a bag for ya, make it bad for ya (make it bad)

Im so fuckin pretty bitch, I get mad for ya (I get mad)

Keep playing hoe, im a make it bad for ya (I make it bad)

I clap that ass for ya (yeah), make it bad for ya (make it bad)

I blow a bag for ya (bag), make it bad for ya (make it bad)

Aye I been winning so much, im kinda mad for ya (make ya mad)

Keep playing hoe, im a make it bad for ya (make it bad)

Im that bitch, do you need a reminder

Hoes get smoked, tryna play with a grinder

Yea Im a Mac, I ain’t talking the liner

Life been Gucci, I ain’t talking designer

Im Serena with the racks, do these bitches want a match

I might let him lick the thundercat but never get attached, stupid ****

too pretty I ain’t paying for my own bottles

Im a boss chick I ain’t no lil instagram model

Im on ya neck, HOE I want yo checks HOE

shouldn’t cross a real bitch, you got regrets HOE

Im on that WWE, I gotta Flex HOE

I bought it first , I got it now, You get it next HOE

Bitches actin up, but Its a front (umm)

I can’t read yo mind, Im not Avant (mmmm) just put my problems in a blunt, (mmmm)

Where the bosses at, a bitch on the hunt (mmm)

Bitches hating on me, I can feel it do

Hit the city, up the fie, and make em feel it dog

Comin down 95, S 550

You can’t roll with the gang, if you ain’t pretty

Little thing, it’s always the little things

They be gossipin, damn I hate the middle man

 Sideways talking when you see me it be nothing

If I had a dick, these bitches know that they could suck it