Bottom Boy – YSN Flow

I want a bad bitch, get her foreigns, we whippin’
It’s hard to stay humble, I came up from nothin’
You pillow talk with these bitches, I lay up
Whenever I pull up, she know that I’m dunkin’
He cross me, he bleedin’, don’t wanna get even
Don’t wanna get even, I’m whippin’ percussion
They tried to drag me down when I was down
Now I’m all in the mix, the topic of discussion

Can’t bring my weapon for nothin’
If I show this bitch, then I’m dumpin’
Ain’t got time for flexin’ or stuntin’
She did me wrong, but she cryin’
Bitch, what is you on?
Better go take the depressants or somethin’
He want some smoke ’cause a nigga put dick in his bitch
Man, this broke boy depressin’ or somethin’
Two months since I be from Cedar to Modani
He want a problem? Address it or somethin’
My bitch be the baddest bitch with me
I still go back to the city, get back to the city
I made some racks in the city, still makin’ racks in the city
My car came as fast as can get it
Bro smack the pack when I get it
I never been selfish or stingy
My bro rockin’ Gucci and Fendi
You say you love me, but you never show it
I wanna know who really with me
Brand new Hemi, they gon’ hear when I’m comin’
.40 loud, know they gon’ hear when I’m dumpin’
Treat the bitch like I can’t hear her or somethin’
These niggas must think imma fear ’em or somethin’
Niggas must think I’ma fear ’em or somethin’
Niggas must think I’ma fear ’em or somethin’
Niggas must think I’ma fear ’em or somethin’
These niggas must think I’ma fear ’em or somethin’

I want a bad bitch, get her foreigns, we whippin’
It’s hard to stay humble, I came up from nothin’
You pillow talk with these bitches, I lay up
Whenever I pull up, she know that I’m dunkin’
He cross me, he bleedin’, don’t wanna get even
Don’t wanna get even, I’m whippin’ percussion
They tried to drag me down when I was down
Now I’m all in the mix, the topic of discussion

She get whatever she want
I get whatever she don’t, my bitch got it wrong
She hate when I be in a ton of groupie bitches
And be talkin’ ’bout thots in my songs
She know when I be in it, make a movie in it
If we start, we ain’t stoppin’ for long
I pray to God, I hope that I don’t lose it in it
If I start I ain’t stoppin’ [?]
Keep my .23, I’m feelin’ like Jordan
I came up, I’m feelin’ important
They don’t know a bit of my story
They try to doubt me and extort me
I had to hit some robberies in [?]
Had a .380 ‘fore I had the .40
Runnin’ ’round bad as fuck with this lil’ shorty
And had the new shoes or the new clothes
Bro’ll kill a nigga for some Jordans

I want a bad bitch, get her foreigns, we whippin’
It’s hard to stay humble, I came up from nothin’
You pillow talk with these bitches, I lay up
Whenever I pull up, she know that I’m dunkin’
He cross me, he bleedin’, don’t wanna get even
Don’t wanna get even, I’m whippin’ percussion
They tried to drag me down when I was down
Now I’m all in the mix, the topic of discussion