Melbourne lyrics

[Chorus]
Bad lil' b*tch get you Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
See what I do, no I won't put you on (No)
f*ckin' on your b*tch, but I don't say jawn (Don't say jawn)
I'ma nut in her face, then I'm gone (Gang)
Something really tells me (Something tells me), I got bands coming (Brrt)
Ridin' in a Bentley, three b*tches with me (Skrrt-skrrt)
Leave that b*tch empty (Yeah), won't leave her with me (Empty)
Nothing you could tell me, I'm still that n*gga, uh

[Verse]
Ayy, gas in my lungs, I smoke out the pound (Gas)
Glock in my hand, that b*tch weigh four pounds (Brrraa)
He talkin' sh*t, but was never around (Around)
He tryna run, give him 22 rounds
Do what I do, all that sh*t for a reason
I'm tryna f*ck baby, stop all the teasing (Teasing)
Gas that I smoke every day be the same gas that you only want on the weekend (On the weekend)
I'm tryna f*ck you right now that you're gone (Gone), if you sipping the Rémy you tweakin'
She in my room and her friend want me too, so I'm in their gut, then they both leaving (Lil' b*tch)

[Pre-Chorus]
That's a bad b*tch, you gotta work for it, uh (Work for it)
She seen all this ice, now she fell for it (Now she fell for it)
I just took a flight, straight to Melbourne, yeah (Yeah, I'm flyin')
Hundredth b*tch today, but I'm still pourin’, oh (But I'm still in for it)
[Chorus]
Bad lil' b*tch get you Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
See what I do, no I won't put you on (No)
f*ckin' on your b*tch, but I don't say jawn (Don't say jawn)
I'ma nut in her face, then I'm gone (Gang)
Something really tells me (Something tells me), I got bands coming (Yeah)
Ridin' in a Bentley, three b*tches with me (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Leave that b*tch empty (Empty), won't leave her with me
Nothing you could tell me, I'm still that n*gga, uh