Bad Kids

[Intro]
(Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby)

[Chorus: Polo G & GloRilla]
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofing on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossing ѕh¡t like my lil' side b¡tch, say I'm her favorite n¡ɡɡα
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fμcκ, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with n¡ɡɡαѕ
I ain't living off no man, but somehow, I stay with n¡ɡɡαѕ
My n¡ɡɡαѕ ever catch me cheating, I'm blaming him and playing the victim
I ain't ѕh¡t, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the n¡ɡɡα

[Verse 1: Polo G]
She know I ain't ѕh¡t, I just pay her bills and give her d¡cκ
I get jammed up, then hold me down for real if you my b¡tch
Love a crazy b¡tch who act delusional and pull up quick
I ain't chasing ѕh¡t, ain't scared of losing you 'Cuz, b¡tch, I'm lit

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
Don't get cocky, I don't want you, baby, I just want some d¡cκ
Don't get too comfortable, I'm really known for changing n¡ɡɡαѕ quick
I don't care about you enough to lie to me, lie to your b¡tch
I be delusional with all my n¡ɡɡαѕ, you probably number six

[Verse 3: Polo G]
Lil' hο be acting tough, still gon' have her screaming when we fμcκ
Always act enough, I feel like need to get it rough
I like the grown ѕh¡t, ain't too much I'm gon' need when I'm with her
Make her tone switch, like, "Whenever you need it, just pull up"
She like gang members, rep my block, I'm still that same n¡ɡɡα
High off painkillers, still won't lack, 'll let that flame hit you
Lil' bro like Dame Lillard, caught two hats and tapped the same trigger
Bae, I'm a paid n¡ɡɡα, they might got dog ѕh¡t, but they ain't richer

[Verse 4: GloRilla]
I know he ain't ѕh¡t, I just play along and fake it with me
D¡cκ so good, wish I could package it in my purse and take it with me
I'm in my feelings, y'all, had to just cut off my favorite n¡ɡɡα
Back to the streets, I appreciate y'all being patient with me
I like an honest n¡ɡɡα, keep it P, don't put me in no drama
I ain't stupid, n¡ɡɡα, stop acting like you hate your baby mama
He give me head, all up in it, shaking his dreads like Waka Flocka
Like, ugh (Dαmn), ugh (Hey), ugh (Woo), ugh (ѕh¡t)

[Chorus: Polo G & GloRilla]
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofing on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossing ѕh¡t like my lil' side b¡tch, say I'm her favorite n¡ɡɡα
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fμcκ, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with n¡ɡɡαѕ
I ain't living off no man, but somehow, I stay with n¡ɡɡαѕ
My n¡ɡɡαѕ ever catch me cheating, I'm blaming him and playing the victim
I ain't ѕh¡t, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the n¡ɡɡα