This is a song about "Love bad bad bitches"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

I ask him how the bad bitches

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke