[Verse 1]
Baddest bitch you've ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your n***a see us out he be like "Rah"
Uh, you ain't seen nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door, boss bitch galore
Sauce dripping on the floor and I keep it raw
Talking like they want more but they're keeping score
Still I'm winning, tight pussy I'm gripping
Baby I'm never tripping, rolling in Gucci linen
I get the bag, I get the bag, I get it done
Still they're talking shit, fam I'll get you bun
Coming from the South side of the slum
Ay, bodybag, bodybag
Yeah I'm killing shit, baddest in the bits
With the clique make a n***a sick, why you on my dick?
I mean you want my clit like you want a hit
Why you talking slick? You ain't with the shits
He's so obsessed man, I've got him in his feelings for real
Said I'm a snack but he tryna eat the cake like a meal
Labels on me like designers, tryna sign me a deal
How you want a housewife when you ain't paying the bills?

[Hook]
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet (And you know dat)
I don't never have it (And you know dat)