[Intro]
Queen
[Verse 1]
Only on 'em C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh)
Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I'm the A, B side
Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave
But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
[Chorus]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr)
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
[Bridge]
Miss me with that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na, na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah"
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that
Well, I'ma tease like that
Ill na-na-na, na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na, na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh)
Why I'm a freak like that?
[Chorus]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
[Verse 2]
When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes
Dorito—bitches mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr)
These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll
Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold
(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle
Ya fuckin' bozo
That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go
Super fakks, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is I run businesses
If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is?
I'll have staff roll up, like what the business is?
"Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?"
[Chorus]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah
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