Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Echols
Trey Echols
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Haha, **** crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Oh, you bad, huh? (What?)
Oh, you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh, you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh, you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh, you thick, shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
I'm in this Lamb' truck, get my bitch, I parked my thot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm off Lean today, and I popped me a Oxycontin (Say what?)
She got good brain, I don't even think she went to college (Hold up)
They know I'm a trick, I might take my ho to Follies (Woah)
Dover Street Market, I'm on Dover Street (Woah, woah)
Bad-ass bitch tryna fuck, she don't even know me (Treesh, treesh)
She know Nine up, she know Nine be geeked (Let's go)
Diamonds on my neck, this shit chokin' me (Eugh, eugh)
Oh, you bad, huh? (What?)
Oh, you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh, you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh, you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh, you thick, shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
I ain't never gave a fuck, I never will (Bitch, I never will)
I ain't never gave a fuck, I never will (Bitch, I never will)
You can cuff that bitch, yeah, I never will (Eugh)
I got racks in my cup, I just might crack the seal (Eugh)
Put her legs in the air, I eat like a damn meal
On that young **** shit, bitch I need a mill' (Bitch, woah)
On that old **** shit, bitch, I need a bill (Say what?)
All of my clothes overseas
Put that little boy on a tee
Sippin' on red, ain't no green (Sippin' on red)
All of these hoes, they be green (Green, slatt)
All of my poles got a beam (Got a beam, bitch)
I know she wanna fuck, she talkin' 'bout me (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
I know she wanna fuck, she talkin' 'bout me (Talkin' 'bout me, slatt)
I know she wanna fuck, she talkin' 'bout me (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout)
Oh, you bad, huh? (What?)
Oh, you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh, you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh, you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh, you thick, shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
(Bitch, man)
Written by: Trey Echols
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