This is a song about "Ur bad"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind

Prolly on water, they all on water

Have a ware and look above ur

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)