Bhad Bhabie OG Crashout Lyrics
‘Cause that’s Bhad Bhabie, Bhad Bhabie is going to do what Bhad Bhabie’s gonna fucking do (Ayo, X9)
And there’s nothing you can do about it
She’s gonna fucking win
Win, win, win, win
The fuck you talkin’ about?
I don’t know who gassed these bitches up, but somethin’ needa be said (Somethin’ needa be said)
How ‘dis bitch think she ate? She just another bitch that I fed
Why you all in that man face, my pussy’s still in his breath (In his breath)
I heard his money on the air, but ain’t nobody ’round here dead
Bitch, keep talkin’ like you hot, I’ll have ’em layin’ at yo’ spot (Layin’ at yo’ spot)
OG crashout with the drum, I blink one-eighty-two shots
You the crybaby, you callin’ Ye ’bout the last diss that I dropped (Crybaby)
You keep runnin’ back to your daddy, I don’t know when I last seen my pops (No, no)
I just killed you on my third diss and my last one still hot (Still hot)
All ’em whips you seen in my last video, ain’t none of them shit props (Nope)
Bitch, you scared, you postin’ up Big Mama like she with you, bitch, you weird
Miss Piggy used to be fat before the Ozempic
You’s a bop, bop, bop tryna use me for my name (Use me for my name)
If I crashout, mama crashout too, we got the same DNA
You worry ’bout Bhabie killin’ this baby when that baby killin’ ’em babies
Guess you really ain’t Daddy, baby, I’ma show you how to be a lady
Fuck this big bitch, I ain’t trippin’, get your foot out
Surround yourself with Blacks but still invited to the cookout
Cracker bitch (Bitch)
I ain’t backin’ down from shit, I feel like Curtis Jackson (Feel like Curtis Jackson)
I gave the askin’ the whole world when this would happen
How you born rich and you actin’ ratchet? You movin’ backwards
How you got Atlanta accent? You foolin’ me, you from Calabassas
I’ma make sure this the last song you gon’ make about me (Bitch)
Face to face, you can’t do that with no makeup (No)
AP buss all the way down, your time on Jacob (Jacob)
Every time you get a friend, you fucked they man, that’s why they breakup (Bitch)
I think this ass fat just like Ari, who gon’ say so? (Who?)
You goin’ hard to get a plaque, but still can’t make one (Nope)
When you see me, you gon’ whoop me, bitch, where? (Haha)
Who the hell said that ‘Bama do it better, bitch? Where?
Lyin’ ’bout me, must be somethin’ in your teeth, bitch, where? (Bitch, where?)
I know that you a 304, nah, me, bitch, where?
I swear to God, this ho delusional, you know that bitch weird (Weird bitch)
I done made a couple M’s off OnlyFans, right here
Ask Camila, she’a tell you this stupid bitch weird (Weird bitch)
Why this bitch keep my name in her mouth? Bitch, weird
You weird-ass bitch