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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bhad Bhabie
Vocals
Asian Doll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brittany Barber
Songwriter
Danielle Bregoli
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Henry Nichols
Songwriter
Joel Abraham
Songwriter
Misharron jermeshia allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jo L'Z
Producer
Pharaoh Vice
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch watch yo' mouth, don't want no beef, you ain't affiliated (Hell nah)
Ain't gettin' no money, ain't talkin' that bag, then we can't build relations (Relations)
I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper (Bands)
I'm takin' spots where the cops can't do no bitch no fuckin' favors (What the fuck?)
These bitches be dumb (Uh)
These bitches not affiliated (Yeah)
Hunnid on my drum (Hunnid)
My **** all affiliated (Gang)
These girls my sons (Sons)
I made that ho ain't got no apron (Bitch)
On sight don't run (What?)
I'm sorry, this how savage raised me (Aye)
[Verse 2]
Play if you want
Try me, y'all get violated
Fuck that charge and fuck them cases
I hit first, ain't got no patience
Gimme mine, bitch I ain't waitin'
This life real, no time for fakin'
It's in my blood (It's in my blood)
These streets is where I graduated
When I go on tour, my shit sold out
I'm still hood though
What you waitin' for?
Wanna run up, wish you would though (Wish you would though ho)
I gotta get more, I got my pedal to the floor
Yeah, I'll mop up all you bitches like I'm outchea doin' chores (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
Bitch watch yo' mouth, don't want no beef, you ain't affiliated
Ain't gettin' no money, ain't talkin' that bag, then we can't build relations
I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper
I'm from the streets where the cops can't do no bitch no fuckin' favors
These bitches be dumb
These bitches ain't affiliated
Hunnid on my drum
My bitches all affiliated
These hoes my sons
I made that ho ain't got no apron
On sight don't run
Ain't sorry, this how Boynton raised me
[Verse 4]
This how Savage raised me so I had to run my bands up (Bands)
He like how I'm poppin' shit, I might just hit his mans up (Mans)
Haters, I'm not walkin' with these bitches, they can't stand us (What?)
Blowin' Cantaloupe, I'm smokin' dope, can't catch no cancer
Heart attack, bitches see me runnin' shit, I'm on yo' ass
No cartin' back (Cartin' back bitch)
Ain't no back and front with me the doll, yeah 'cause I started that (Started that bitch))
Go against the princess, out of luck, ain't got no heart attached (Cardio bitch)
All my bitches ride, homicide, reload the semi strap
[Verse 5]
Bitch watch yo' mouth, don't want no beef, you ain't affiliated (Hell nah)
Ain't gettin' no money, ain't talkin' that bag, then we can't build relations (Relations)
I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper (Bands)
I'm from the streets where the cops can't do no bitch no fuckin' favors (What the fuck?)
These bitches be dumb (Uh)
These bitches not affiliated (Yeah)
Hunnid on my drum (Hunnid)
My bitches all affiliated (Gang)
These girls my sons (Sons)
I made that ho ain't got no apron (Bitch)
On sight don't run (What?)
Ain't sorry, this how Boynton raised me (Aye)
[Verse 6]
Bitch mad she ain't affiliated
Bitch mad, what?
Fuck is they talkin' about?
Gang in this bitch, period
Dumb ass ho
Ha dummy (Ha-ha)
Gang
Written by: Asian Doll, Bhad Bhabie, Brittany B., Jo L'z, Pharaoh Vice, Taryn Lewis "Taz" Taylor