Hi Bich Songtext
von Bhad Bhabie

Oh my god, Ronnie

White J′s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (No)
It do not drip when I pour it (No)
I do not run, I reload it (No, no)
I do not save it, I throw it

White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch


Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop (Stop that shit)
That fit look like you bought it at the kiosk (Was it on sale though)
And they got the nerve to ask, why she hot (She hot)
Why you countin′ all that money that we got
I ain't worried 'bout no basic bitches
All y′all look like you still fly Spirit
All y′all must not've looked in the mirror
All y′all lookin' but the windows tinted, like (Hi bitch)
I don′t know what made all y'all haters (Hi bitch)
Play if you want but you know I ain′t playin' like

White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (No)
It do not drip when I pour it (No)
I do not run, I reload it (No, no)
I do not save it, I throw it

White J′s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch

Grown as hell and you still hatin′
I look at you and thank God I made it, like
Hi bitch
Hi bitch