Lyrics
Make it clap, shit
Make it clap, shit, uh
Make it clap, shit
Make it clap, shit, uh, uh
Make it clap, shit
Make it clap, shit, uh, uh
Make it clap, shit
Make it clap, shit
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bitch, bring your friend
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bring your friend
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bitch, bring your friend
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bitch, bring your friend
Uh, bring your friend
Uh, bitch, bring your friend
Friend, bitch, bring your friend
Bring your baddest shit
Uh, tuckin' them blue things inside a G-string
Ran out of ones, only got racks
Tellin' that ho, "It ain't shit but a G thang"
She proud of a nigga who gave her them keys
And I walk in that bitch and I brought her the keychain
Inside the trenches, I'm somethin' like T-Pain
Shawty got low, he got hit for them key things
I got this bitch overseas, but she keep player
She be on ESPN when she de-plane
Bitch ran into the V, gotta reframe
Bitch got water, I'ma dive in the deep end
Do this shit for the low life like The Weeknd
Miss me a nigga OT, finna prepay
Too pretty, yes, I put her on the motherfuckin' pee pad
All the houses, this is really where a motherfucker sleep at, yeah
Wake up early, chase that bag
Bitch, I came from paper bags
They been swervin' in my lane, bitch, I came from paper tags
Niggas ball every day, but don't ever pay me back
Stand there carrying my spine, put my hood on my back
Got some savages with heart, took you too long to react
Keep a baddie on my side just because I got them racks
She know some of my people slidin', she ain't panickin'
She know she'll be good, she gon' bring her baddest shit
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bitch, bring your friend
Bring your baddest shit, bring your baddest shit, bring your friend