Lyrics
I pull up with a K and a bad bitch, yeah you know it's me
I'm from the trap, got the glamours on, red bottoms on my feet
I got Dior on my waistband, snap that shit real quick
Like a doctor with his gloves, gotta do a surgery
On you hoe, gon' knock down the door, your bitch is on my lap
Shakin' ass for some ones and you know she make you clap
I got bands, keep it real, when the DJ see me freak
Pop a bottle, pass it round, like these bitches from the street
Ayo, yes you know it's me, yes I'm back again
Wonder where the fuck I've been? too busy jackin' him
Runnin' through that motherfucker, caught me heart robbin
Stole that shit, yeah I like it cause I caused a frenz
Turn up to the club with all of my baddie friends
Only wanna pull up in the blackout benz
Rollin' through the streets, wavin' at my clones and them
Ain't my fault, my body cost more than half of them
Ahh ahhh
I'm so sorry that I don't act like a gentleman
Ain't my fault, bitch, just might go and rap on them
If you need some inspo, I could shit on them
Bitch, it's obvious, my body's in the billions
And I keep bodies in the bowl while I'm rollin' them
In a spliff, yeah these bitches know I'm smokin' them
Fuck with wine, waste my time with your ugly friends
I'm goin' 190Kms up to Thames
Fuck the bouncer when they don't let my people in
You pussies lame, always drinkin' down your silly gin
We drink straight when we party, cause we here to win
We keep a Glock, always tucked, case we steppin' in
Thought you heard the last of me, hoe, I'm back again
Had a tantrum threw some shit, yes, I'm Brat Rylan
Don't you know I got a fatty on my back, two legs
BBL worldwide, flights are domestic
Yes, I'm skinny and I'm pretty, no, Ozempic
And all these bitches wanna be me, wow, such a privilege
I said it all before and I'll say it again
Ayo, backshot Bax, better pick up the pen
We always loud in the club, gotta turn the speaker up
Drown us out, flashin' lights cause you know they worship us