Hell Nah

Uh, hundreds of bad bitches, nigga Uh, yeah (Take a look at that) Uh, hundreds of bad bitches, ayy I got my rank up, I roll my dank up Might twist a eighth up, this shit don't take much My car's a scraper, your friend's a hater She call me fake but she got a fake butt She got a lace front, way too much makeup Ain't gots to say much, this here's a Jacob I got my paste up, I hold my wrist up I switch my bitch up every like six months (Hell nah) I'm on my fifth cup, just got my shit cut I'm honey dipped up, they make they lips touch This feel like Christmas, my bitch in disgust Don't wanna discuss, I got my bread up I got 'em fed up, I hit on camera I put my leg up, I'm with the extras I'm actin' reckless, squeezin' like Tetris Say she from Texas (Hell nah) She got that ass out, I'm 'bout to pass out I'm pullin' cash out, I'm on the couch now I'm losin' count now, she make it bounce now I'm tryna bounce now, I kick my feet up I got my top back, I cut my bass up They be like, "Prop that," they screw they face up I think they like that, this shit is light jack I'm really like that (Hell nah) Yeah, uh, hundreds of bad bitches, nigga Uh, yeah, hundreds of bad bitches, shit