When I'm up with a baddie, the baddest
But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx
On my ****, cattle and ratchet
Make the **** get lit with the matches
Don't rewind, no smoke till I'm passing
If it's static, like a paddock
Automatics
When I'm patting my side, I ain't shaking my hip
I'm just making sure I got the blick
Up in the traffic, got a kick
You dip, he dip, she dip, we dip
Stuntin' on you, that ain't in my bracket
If you want the cookie, gotta tax it
All of my exes wish I was average
Snap that butt, got him like a lackey
Now let's get it, how we move
I'm in tune with the trappers and goons
With sleep, I was hitting the snooze
Yellow tape, I put a bop on the news
Like, I be lining these ****, they fool
You fall in love, you be sending him nudes
After I **** him, I give him the boot
I be hiding in Kentucky, think I'm his boo
When I'm up with a baddie, the baddest
But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx
On my ****, cattle and ratchet
Make the **** get lit with the matches
Don't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass it
If it's static, like a paddock
Automatic
And drug dealers and gang members
With tattoos, with a big flick
And a big ****, and he eat like a vacuum
The drill rapper, he be killing, the scamming
He be stealing, I mean, I let him hit
Then we fell asleep, and when I woke up, he was still in it
Yeah, it's Remy, it's Litty
Just got some brand new ****, my ass so soft
And I'm real, like, pretty, and you love how I talk
So New York City got problems, say something
If I want you in there, I take him
Yeah, my voice deep, cause my throat deep
And he want me in
Yeah, my voice deep, cause my throat deep

And he want me in there, say something
Big problems
Wanna run with the baddies, the baddies
But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx
On my ****, cattle and ratchet
Make the **** get lit with the matches
Don't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass it
If it's static, like a paddock
Automatic
Wanna run with the baddies, the baddies
But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx
On my ****, cattle and ratchet
Make the **** get lit with the matches
Don't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass it
If it's static, like a paddock
Automatic
When I'm patting my side, I ain't shaking my hip
I'm this ****, sure, I got the ****
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.