Bhad Bhabie - Hi Bich

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

It do not drip when I pour it

I do not run, I reload it

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 a kiosk (Was it on sale though?)

And they got the nerve to ask, "why she hot?" (she hot)

Why you counting 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…