Hi Bich (Remix) [feat. YBN Nahmir, Rich the Kid & Asian Doll] Songtext
von Bhad Bhabie
Hi Bich (Remix) [feat. YBN Nahmir, Rich the Kid & Asian Doll] Songtext
Oh my God, Ronny
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)
I do not save it, I throw it (no)
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Lil′ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil' niggas broke, all that flexing, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I'ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep dropping
I′ll fuck a nigga′s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil' nigga want smoke, then it′s gun play
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin', you lacking, you talking, so bitch
Yeah, we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I′m stickin' you up, bro takin′ you down
Since you flexin' like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this MAC
We got guns like it's Baghdad
Ayy, ayy (hi bitch)
She ain′t got FaceTime, I′ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, "Bye, bitch"
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon' buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I′m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil' on my neck, I′ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain't having no purpose
Bitch bad, still buying no purses
White J′s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Bitches deceased
Smokin' on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil' birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hanging diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain′t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don′t try it
Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dying
Send her ass on a hike
I don′t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
You know I'm flyer than these hoes like a pink kite (Asian Doll!)
Bitch, you mad, hoe
Why you so mad, hoe?
Hoe, don′t wanna try me, yeah, that's on my mama′s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up (run it up)
Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's
Fuck crazy, you know I′m breaking necks when I′m pulling up (skrrt)
All my numbers looking outrageous, now the blogs handing out praises
Got the world using my phrases, hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don't say my name, bitch)
Barring out, I ain′t got Xans in me, no
Young, but I'm balling like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don′t give a fuck
Came from the street, boy and beef shit, they know what's up
Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes living with no purpose? I be putting venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless, you ain′t fucking with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I'm doing 30 of ′em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers running
Bitches showing everything, I be understunting (damn)
Understanding your regard, really had nothing (shit)
Shit, but now I′m breaking records, and I'm making history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it′s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
Let your kids listen to me!
How I do me if you was on a slow day?
And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day
But my- in the stu′, so it's okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke hoe, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat, like it′s slick
Bitch, don't compare me to Iggy, that old hoe is washed, and I'm lit
Wouldn′t pay her to wash up my whip
Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe
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)
I do not save it, I throw it (no)
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
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)
I do not save it, I throw it (no)
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Lil′ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil' niggas broke, all that flexing, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I'ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep dropping
I′ll fuck a nigga′s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil' nigga want smoke, then it′s gun play
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin', you lacking, you talking, so bitch
Yeah, we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I′m stickin' you up, bro takin′ you down
Since you flexin' like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this MAC
We got guns like it's Baghdad
Ayy, ayy (hi bitch)
She ain′t got FaceTime, I′ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, "Bye, bitch"
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon' buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I′m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil' on my neck, I′ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain't having no purpose
Bitch bad, still buying no purses
White J′s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Bitches deceased
Smokin' on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil' birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hanging diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain′t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don′t try it
Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dying
Send her ass on a hike
I don′t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
You know I'm flyer than these hoes like a pink kite (Asian Doll!)
Bitch, you mad, hoe
Why you so mad, hoe?
Hoe, don′t wanna try me, yeah, that's on my mama′s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up (run it up)
Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's
Fuck crazy, you know I′m breaking necks when I′m pulling up (skrrt)
All my numbers looking outrageous, now the blogs handing out praises
Got the world using my phrases, hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don't say my name, bitch)
Barring out, I ain′t got Xans in me, no
Young, but I'm balling like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don′t give a fuck
Came from the street, boy and beef shit, they know what's up
Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes living with no purpose? I be putting venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless, you ain′t fucking with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I'm doing 30 of ′em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers running
Bitches showing everything, I be understunting (damn)
Understanding your regard, really had nothing (shit)
Shit, but now I′m breaking records, and I'm making history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it′s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
Let your kids listen to me!
How I do me if you was on a slow day?
And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day
But my- in the stu′, so it's okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke hoe, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat, like it′s slick
Bitch, don't compare me to Iggy, that old hoe is washed, and I'm lit
Wouldn′t pay her to wash up my whip
Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe
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)
I do not save it, I throw it (no)
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Writer(s): Ronald Spence Jr., James Lavigne, Nicholas James Williams, Danielle Bregoli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com