(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Uh, ah
Ah, uh
Bully, bully, bully, bully
Bully, bully, bully (yeah), bully
Back outside
Back outside
Back outside
Back outside (f*ck)
T-T-Tryna call me but she know I'm one of one
Keep on callin' 'cause she know I'm goin' up, huh
I'ma still f*ck, you know I'm showin' love
Balenci' jeans cost a f*ckin' Honda
Yeah, don't do no reachin'
Choppa on me, bitch, I'm ridin' with the reaper
In the foreign, yeah, I'm slidin' with the eater
You can have her back 'cause I don't wanna keep her
All my bitches bad, all my bitches bad
Prada shades on my face 'cause I'm f*ckin' high
On the plane, fly as f*ck, walkin' on the sky
With my gang, step outside, that's where niggas hide
Bully, bully, bully, bully
Bully, bully, bully (yeah), bully
Back outside
Back outside
Back outside
Back outside
My new bitch too fine (chyeah, huh)
You know that I gotta slide (chyeah, huh)
Money over bitches, every single time
I'ma beat it up but you can't be mine
Ice on me, baby, ain't no hidin' me
Huh, labels on my phone talkin' 'bout signing me
Walkin' with the baddest bitch you ever seen
Pull up with the fire on the f*ckin' scene