[Intro]
Yeah, bad to the bone
Bad  to the bone
Yeah 

[Verse 1: Ginger Trill]
Uh, bad to the bone
I got word that you back in your zone
You  know, slay queening
Back  in your throne, so you barely made time to even chat on your phone
You used to hit me like " Where you at?"
"Is  you home?" "At your flat?" "You alone?" Such and that
But nowadays, you don't even answer
Remember when we used to kick it at your spot?
Play a lil music, get a glass of Patrón
Then  you do your freak em dance like you bad and you know it
If I had another chance with that ass, shit you know that I would smash
Wouldn't even brag to the homies
Wanted to be saved but I'm not that heroic, still
I got the dank and the Moët if you ever wanna hang for a moment
I ain't even mean to double tap, I was scrolling on the 'gram
Shit, okay I was trolling
I was wondering how you holding up?
Yeah, your homie told you I would slow you up
I hate that hoe, I know you well and she don't know enough
She probably think I want you back just cause you glowing up
High rollers blowing up your celly
Snapchat booming and the 5 star telly
Flexing on 'em hoes, bad bitch petty, that's just bad bitch petty
Shit, still you know where I'm at when you ready
When you ready