[Lyric] Bad Azz (RTB MB)

[Intro]
(Ayy, Dawson, gang, you worldwide)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
I just had a four-bo with hoes and I kicked 'em out
I be playin' Madden with the hoes, told 'em pick a route
F&N bullets through his chest, how you feelin' now?
Iced out the Rollie on my wrist, now I'm chillin' now
RTB chains go for sale, it's a killing now
You used to hip roll in the club, oh, you drillin' now?
Girly off a ten, tryna see what you really 'bout
Thinkin' that she safe, huh, nah, bitch, you really out

[Verse 2: RTB Capo]
Got your bitch screamin' RTB
I just hit the clerk for ten cards, so I know it's sweet
My bank account got face scan, so they know it's me
I spent what you make in a year, so you know it's free

[Verse 3: RTB MB]
I just hit a couple bad bitches bumpin' Jodeci
Couple hatin' niggas from the hood hope you notice me
Couple ghеtto hoes there with mе, make her hold the seat
Told her don't post me on the 'Gram, make my hoes decrease
Shawty got her nipples pierced, told her that she showin' me
[Verse 4: RTB Capo]
Girl, why you keep double textin'? That be blowin' me
You get your clothes for half-off, so I know it's cheap
Told MB to call my phone so I can make her leave
Ayy, these hoes crazy, they wanna cuff a nigga
Ayy, when I was fucked up, they wasn't fuckin' with me
I just spent your rent on Melrose, you ain't gettin' chicken
Just because we went to school, I don't know you niggas

[Verse 5: RTB MB]
My Asian bitch live the sweet life, London Tipton
Fuck around and get me off a Perc', have your bundles missin'
I'm in Miami, I'ma have two runners kissin'

[Verse 6: RTB Capo]
I just spent five hundred for this shirt, so you know I'm drippin'
I just got caught cheatin' on my bitch, so you know she trippin'
I ain't speak when I saw her out, that's how you know I fucked
I just popped two Perc-10s and I ain't even bust
I only made five bands today, I got bad luck

[Verse 7: RTB MB]
Huh, pussy boy thought he had one
Ridin' in the double-R with hoes, bet I bag one
Ayy, y'all niggas trap wrong
What the fuck you doin', bitch? I need my back phone
Damn, I mean my phone back
Call Lil Dreezy from the Yams, get my chrome pack
Pops live on Fleming, but the South where my home at
She was giving top in the club, she got a cone hat
Damn, I'm a doggy, let me bone that
[Verse 8: RTB Capo & RTB MB]
I just caught a flight to Cali, where the 'bows at?
I just got tired of my bitch, where the hoes at?
The mailman takin' all day, where that load at?
Laughin' at my ex-bitch, she askin', "Let me hold that"
If I get you off the '42, you get your soul snatched
These niggas actin' wild, where my pole at?
This ain't D'USSÉ, bitch, this Moët
Girly popped a shh, man, she so wet
Hit a couple bitches on my tour, man, that's show sex
Flexin' on the opps, man, a nigga need a Bowflex
Hit her, then she left, now she mad she get no text
Nope, I ain't text her back
I just left her on read with her mad ass
Took a bitch to Middle East, we in Baghdad
Bet your pops wanna spank you with your bad ass