Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
c h y
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
(Bad bitch from France she say, bad bitch from France she say what?)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
Mic check, one-two one-two
I'm setting the score, what about you
I'm iced out, like an igloo
If you wanna get money it's all up to you (Ice, ice, ice)
And I'm different, haters out here steady bitchin'
I'm on the court like Scottie Pippen
Shoot my shot know I ain't missin'
Now listen!
Bad bitch from France she say "prends-moi comme ça, ici, maintenant" (From France)
Je parle pas français, je ne m'occupe que de mes vêtements (I don't, nah, nah, nah)
Lemme breakdown
She said right here right now she wanna get dicked down (She wanna get fucked)
I don't get how
These hoes so shameless met this bitch from uptown (I don't get how, I don't get how)
I'm on the road why you out here wearin Kenzo?
Designer clothes, ten bands to impress these hoes (Oh my god)
You don't know what she be doin' when the door's closed
What got you thinkin' that you're capable of trusting those? (You can't trust these bitches)
And you can't hang if you do not know the lingo (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The streets cold you get killed over your area code
I'm on the road send shots where you stay
Seventeen glocknines on the way, got a dealer in Kuwait (On the way)
Imma stay ten toes 'till I die
Send shots at the sky
Like a party in Dubai (Grrt, grrt, pah)
Now what's the issue
One shot know I won't miss you
Better give your mom a tissue (Mwah)
'Cuz these hollows tear your tissue like jiu-jitsu
(Aye, aye, woo)
Stop playin' on my name, stop playin' on my name (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Stop playin' on my name, stop playin' on my name (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
("Ay yo chyxz, go and cut this bitch up!")
Bad bitch from France she say "prends-moi comme ça, ici, maintenant"
Je parle pas français, je ne m'occupe que de mes vêtements
Lemme breakdown
I don't speak french really I'm just out here dripped down
See me and they write that shit down
King of phonk drill give me my crown
I'm on the road why you out here wearing Kenzo?
Designer clothes, 10 bands to impress these hoes
You don't know what she be doin' when the door's closed
What got you thinkin' that you're capable of trusting those?
And you can't hang if you do not know the lingo
The streets cold you get killed over your area code
I'm on the road send shots where you stay
Seventeen glocknines on the way, got a dealer in Kuwait
(And phonk drill the next wave, like
So if you ain't on it
I don't know what the fuck you doin', like
Better get on it fast, or you gone be too late
Shoutout BSAI the engineer
Never bummy)
Written by: c h y