BAD BTCH by Thomas Gilltrap Lyrics
[Chorus]
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true
[Verse]
Didn't pass the practical, another month of walking
You and I can't really chat unless you do the talking
I've been living in my hеad, these peoplе knocking
I ain't getting outta my bed, I don't care if my mama calling
(I am very glad to see you)
I feel dead, my mind is consistently touring
Even though I'm 'bout my bread I like it better when I'm balling
My bank account is empty thanks to shit that I been snorting
Everywhere I go, nobody knows me
People tryna sus me out like "hello Mr. Nosey"
Rocking rosy rings and bet my pockets full of posies
Every chick I hit be talkin' "why did Thomas ghost me?"
And every track I make is just my ego tryna roast me
And still amongst my friends I wonder why these people chose me
I don't come from no ends but it still ain't easy to toast me
I put out for the crowd and don't let nobody get closed to me
[Chorus]
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true
[Refrain]
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true
[Verse]
Didn't pass the practical, another month of walking
You and I can't really chat unless you do the talking
I've been living in my hеad, these peoplе knocking
I ain't getting outta my bed, I don't care if my mama calling
(I am very glad to see you)
I feel dead, my mind is consistently touring
Even though I'm 'bout my bread I like it better when I'm balling
My bank account is empty thanks to shit that I been snorting
Everywhere I go, nobody knows me
People tryna sus me out like "hello Mr. Nosey"
Rocking rosy rings and bet my pockets full of posies
Every chick I hit be talkin' "why did Thomas ghost me?"
And every track I make is just my ego tryna roast me
And still amongst my friends I wonder why these people chose me
I don't come from no ends but it still ain't easy to toast me
I put out for the crowd and don't let nobody get closed to me
[Chorus]
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true
[Refrain]
I'ma bad bitch, yeah, do whatever I do
Skin of my teeth, I don't vibe like I used to
Wanna rock with me, there's some shit you needa get used to
I don't like to speak but I don't flake and I won't use you
(Now then Fryer, let's waste no more time)
Mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, I'm on my Blues Clues
Powder got me strapping to the sugar like a True Fruit
And I don't fuck with Insta, too much shit on there be too true