Mad b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
(Island with the cash like Diego)
If you don't love that b*tch, she can't come to the condo
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad b*tches, ayy, I know mad b*tches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had sh*t, I had to get some cash, n*gga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that b*tch, she can't come to the condo
b*tch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my f*cking uncle
Ain't no f*cking little bro, b*tch, I'm the head honcho

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Got my money right (Uh)
b*tch, that's f*cking right (Oh)
A n*gga play with Glizzy, we gon' kill they ass tonight (Uh-huh)
She ride it like a bike (Uh)
She wanna take a bite (Ooh)
My song sheet so bad that my b*tch turned into a dyke (Ooh)
Glizzy Gang, we mobbing (Mobbing)
All them n*ggas starving (Oh)
Wintertime, Christmas season, know these n*ggas robbing (Woo)
You say you got too much stardom (Yeah)
But, b*tch, I've been a target (Yeah)
Boy, that b*tch so bad that I bought her an apartment, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna meet some Ms
I ain't tryna be your friend (Cha-ching)
Lost some n*ggas, they ain't dead, just cannot be around me again (Woah)
n*gga run up on Jefe, yeah, end up on CNN (Today)
Hit 'em with my F&N (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm a f*cking hooligan
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad b*tches, ayy, I know mad b*tches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had sh*t, I had to get some cash, n*gga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that b*tch, she can't come to the condo
b*tch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my f*cking uncle
Ain't no f*cking little bro, b*tch, I'm the head honcho

[Verse 2: Pressa]
Yeah, I come from that stove whippin' (Dope)
Dirtbikes and four-wheelin' (Rrr)
Crodie, yep, he blow, n*gga (Blaow)
Then bring his folks with him (Get)
We pull up, put holes in 'em (Blaow)
Two lil' cros, they both with it (Get)
He get shot, no Cole Bennett
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
See, this Glock, it got a drum in it (Drum)
Beef with us, better come with it (Come)
And all them lies, he had to run with it (Yeah)
I'm a icy b*tch (b*tch)
They ain't got nothing on these bounce, see
I just lost a pack, I think I need another rack
I'm selling drugs, n*gga
My goofy OG, he ain't tell me what it was, n*gga
Click-click-pow, yeah, he should've had a gun with him (Goofy)
You see this money, it'll change a lot, but not a thurl n*gga
And we gon' barrel n*ggas
Certified, uh
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad b*tches, ayy, I know mad b*tches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had sh*t, I had to get some cash, n*gga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that b*tch, she can't come to the condo
b*tch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my f*cking uncle
Ain't no f*cking little bro, b*tch, I'm the head honcho