[Intro: Bhad Bhabie, Alabama Barker]

(Bitch, you’re a fucking home wrecker, like? What the fuck?)

(I don't want to be nothing like you, Dr. Phil loser bitch) Huh? What?

(And your bum ass man keeps hitting me up) Okay

(He wants me so bad, confessed his love to me)

Yeah, ha, alright

[Verse 1]

Couldn't believe what my eyes seen, scrollin' up on IG

Can't believe I heard a diss track, this ho don't like me?

Dog bitches doin' all that barkin' but won't bite me

I ain't gotta lift a finger if she try to fight me, yeah

My life a movie, daddy Spike Lee

Travis told me, "Go and turn up," it's givin' Hype Beast

Smoke to mе is like an exercisе, so tread lightly

I was out in LV, and LV tried to pipe me

I can't even cap, I didn't know he was your BD

I told twin to chill, he said, "You sweeter than some kiwi"

I'm coming for heads, all you bitches gotta see me

This sweet life ain't on TV, yeah

Wish I could beat your ass through the phone on 3D

Bet if I had caught you outside, it would be free me

Like Big Meech

You want smoke because he tried to eat me?

Only smoke you got is out that vape, bitch

What's up with all the hate, bitch?

No love for you, I hate fake shit

Ass shots are off and I can tell the way you shake it

You said I'm a clone like I copied and I pasted

I'm too lit, I'm gettin' white girl wasted

[Chorus]

Bhabie off them percs, down bad

Cryin' on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad

Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash

Think you doing some 'cause you got a lil' bag

Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again

You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll ho again

Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again

You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll ho again

[Verse 2]

(Bama, don't say it)

Yeah, I bet I know some shit that you ain't never known

Your best friend and your BD, they been gettin' it on

And the sad part about it, you still gon' bring him home

And the funny thing about it, he still be in my phone

Poppin' shit like Fanta, you talk a lot on camera

You really asked that man, "Should I dye my hair like Bama?"

The pills got you higher, turned you to a liar

You must be TMZ, bitch, don't make me call lil' Tyga

Been that bitch, better come correct

I'm the realest last time I checked

Hoes tryna play innocent, can't tolerate no disrespect

Light the stove, like, what's the tea?

Lied about some pregnancy

Just wanna be in my family tree

Down bad, it's hard to see

Should've thought 'bout tryna check B

FIFA, this shit gon' get messy

Let this be the last time you step to me

You doin' threes with your bestie

[Chorus]

Bhabie off them percs, down bad

Cryin' on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad

Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash

Think you doing some 'cause you got a lil' bag

Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again

You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll ho again

Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again

You think that money makes you safe, bet he'll ho again

[Outro: Alabama Barker, ATL Jacob]

Alright, listen, ha

Bitches be talkin' about me but having babies they not watching, babysitter-havin' ass bitch

Like, how's Tilan your best friend but fucked your baby daddy? I bet you didn't know that

Bitch, you've been a fan, you've been that

You can't outdo the do-er, bitch

And Camilla, bitch, shut the fuck up

The facts come from your baby daddy, bitch, I said what I said

You know when it come to you, blood, we step on shit

Tell these bitches big it! Shit real get real, B team

The things that you have lied about, love

You don't want them to come out

On God

Haha, bitch