ILBB2 (feat. GloRilla)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rockin' some Trues, well, it's new
Von told me to rap my ass off
Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the guap, I'm tryna take this shit far
But never forget where I came
I want the richy-richies, but I don't really care for fame, uh-huh
I want the tracky-trackies, this lil' ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy?
I been poppin' it, my old ho keep tryna stop me
My old friends turnt, wishy-washy
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too, a'ight, ooh
Put me on planes, when I land, I'll still take flight
This lil' ho cute, finna ask her, "What are you doin' tonight?"
Green in the cup, but it taste like Sprite
I love it so wrong, but it feel so right
Uh-huh, it feel so right, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
They talk real big, but they sharin' they pipes, whoo
They callin' me Caitlin, I'm ballin', get your pape' up
Uh, uh-huh, white in his nose, that shit look like make up
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm tryna get rich
So fuck out my face, tryna lay up
Uh-huh, I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Huh, go (go)