My Bad

[Intro] (You could ask big cuz) Bitches always got something to say (Aha)  Got Ken The motherfucking Man in this bitch  [Verse 1] Bitches always tryna talk what they don't know about (What they don't know about) I be chill in front them niggas, you be showing out (Stupid bitch)  I be dressing like I'm going out  Drop that nigga, he was wanna sorry but I'm glowing now (Yeah)  (Mm), ooh-wee (Ooh-wee) I blewed up, now everybody know me (Everybody know me) I don't got feelings, he just give me money (Oh, I like that)  I saved his number under "Ooh, he want me"  Model type (Model type), that's what they like (Bad bitch) Still thuggin', niggas never get it right (Gеt it right)  Bitches borrow, they gon' copy, they gon' bitе (They gon' copy) But they swear they did it first, yeah, a'ight (Bitch, please)  [Chorus] I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad (In my bag) That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad (Ain't no tag) Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's  (You know I'm nasty) Don't eat my pussy 'less you it from the back  [Verse 2] Ayy, I ain't got beef with these bitches, for what?  Be ugly as fuck and they can't keep a nigga for nothing (Stupid ass ho) Bitches be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer  Blocking the come up 'cause they stand to see a bitch one up (What)  Last place, you hoes earned that spot (Earned that spot)  Fuck these hoes, pull hoes and turn hoes out (Turn hoes out)  Cool ass bitch, walk through, the temp' gon' drop  I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive, ayy   And I don't wanna be his bitch, I'm in these streets (I'm in these streets)  No jay walking, this Baleci's on the feet (Balenci's on the feet)  See you bitches sending shots but they be cheap They be friendly when I see 'em but be bullies in they tweets, ayy  [Chorus] I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad (In my bag) That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad (Ain't no tag) Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's  (You know I'm nasty) Don't eat my pussy 'less you it from the back  [Outro] Do it from the back 'Less you do it from the back Nigga want my time, I gotta tax  Got all his new bitches mad 'Cause he keep coming, coming back, coming back  But I don't want him Yeah, I'm off him and I ain't on him Getting high, I'm a stoner  Ayy, cuz, roll that shit up