Bhad Bhabie – Babyface Savage Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pliznaya, Pliznaya, Pliznaya)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Drop a little check, get active, action
Babyface savage, gon’ pull up blastin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Magic with the ratchet, make these bitches disappear
Itty bitty bitches in my mentions, listen here
Itty bitty bitch, I run the city like the mayor
The bitch with the red ponytail in her hair (In her hair)
Ridin’ this beat like a motherfuckin’ snare
Playin’ with the bands like a bankroll (Bankroll)
Pockets full of huncho, hundos (Boom, boom)
Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
Cop a new condo, pronto
Rollin’ Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
Been had the juice, ten shots out the Bronco
Your bitch mad ’cause she ain’t the one, though
(The one though, bitch)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Get, get, get, get
Stones in the Cartier, hoes get naughtier
.44 leave a lil’ hole in everybody here
Money, hoes, bitches, got more than everybody here
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
‘Fore I get up out of here, we gon’ let up out of here
Them broke hoes came to fuck, gon’ get a body here
Had a redhead with me, it ain’t no Lil Yachty here
41 millimeter face, first 48
Bust down, water got it floodin’ out the Rollie face
Money made, more to make, lot of hoes, more to take
New car, stolen plates, fast like Golden State
Nigga trippin’, tell him he can get it by the shoulder blade
AK chopper, my bitch, we should go on dates
30 in the dirty on my hip, goin’ both ways
I’ve been up four days, trappin’ out the hallway

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Tory Lanez]
Comin’ out hard like ’88 (It’s Tory), make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

Machine Gun Kelly – Dopeman

[Verse 1]
I just hung up wit the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bi**h I don’t trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash wit my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holding my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherf**ker run motherf**ker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should’ve went to class this month
But I said f**k that I’m ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY

[Bridge]
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man

[Chorus]
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang wit the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang wit the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man

[Verse 2]
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon sell by the way
You ain’t got a clientele by the way
I’ma hit Tri-C wit a couple packs
And if the motherf**kers selling I’ma double back
Phone ringing more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver getting all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten, no
I am not a friend, no
Give me money, take this, dope
Can I get an amen?
Kells!

[Bridge]
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man

[Chorus]
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang wit the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang wit the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man