
Action Woah Vicky
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[Intro]
Ayy Rojas, where you at shorty?
[Chorus]
They hatin' but the money keep dancin'
I ain't doin' shit unless I get a fraction
Bhad Bhabie, you is not with that action
You from the suburbs, bitch, you not with that action
You a ho and yo mom a ho too
You a opp and your dad a opp too
Next time you punch me don't sneak me
I came from Zone 6, ain't have it easy
[Verse]
Bhad Bhabie you a cheapskate
Tryna set me up at Cheesecake
Asked for the one-on-one and you stood behind your teammate
Tank-top ass bitch
Toothpick ass bitch
All your life I've been rich
Have my dogs pullin' up with the sticks
Waited 'til I was 18 to fight me 'cause you scary
You big head, lookin' like a cherry
And your dad don't love you, you got daddy issues
Pussy ass ho
Yeah, you soft like a tissue
Too much money to be worried 'bout these hoes
Three much to be worried 'bout these hoes
Woahh Vicky, pull up, got a big bankroll
In a foreign drop-top, street racin', bitch, I'm gone
You wanna be a nurse, I was in the trap ho
Really from Zone 6, really from the bando
You a crack-baby and your body count a no
Wait until you turn 18, I'ma embarrass you ho
Ayy Rojas, where you at shorty?
[Chorus]
They hatin' but the money keep dancin'
I ain't doin' shit unless I get a fraction
Bhad Bhabie, you is not with that action
You from the suburbs, bitch, you not with that action
You a ho and yo mom a ho too
You a opp and your dad a opp too
Next time you punch me don't sneak me
I came from Zone 6, ain't have it easy
[Verse]
Bhad Bhabie you a cheapskate
Tryna set me up at Cheesecake
Asked for the one-on-one and you stood behind your teammate
Tank-top ass bitch
Toothpick ass bitch
All your life I've been rich
Have my dogs pullin' up with the sticks
Waited 'til I was 18 to fight me 'cause you scary
You big head, lookin' like a cherry
And your dad don't love you, you got daddy issues
Pussy ass ho
Yeah, you soft like a tissue
Too much money to be worried 'bout these hoes
Three much to be worried 'bout these hoes
Woahh Vicky, pull up, got a big bankroll
In a foreign drop-top, street racin', bitch, I'm gone
You wanna be a nurse, I was in the trap ho
Really from Zone 6, really from the bando
You a crack-baby and your body count a no
Wait until you turn 18, I'ma embarrass you ho
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