Lyrics
[Intro]
Lip gloss, ash tray
Red nails, late day
Kiss me, wrong way
You love that, don’t you? (yeah)
[Chorus]
Bad bitches smoke
Lil’ white stick hang off my lip
Talk slick, blow clouds in his face
He in love with the taste of the risk
Bad bitches smoke
Roll green, then I lace his night
Hit one line, now he swear I’m a dream
Whole scene feel dirty and bright
[Verse 1]
City girl lungs full of trouble
Rooftop, high heels on the gravel
Pull up, fresh pack in my pocket
Whole crew look rich, smell savage
Cherry tip kiss when I pass it
Slow drag, I don’t rush my habits
He say, “that’ll kill you” laughing
I say, “baby, come die in my lashes”
Brown skin glow under street sign
Two pulls, then I lean in, rewind
Mix that green with the bad ideas
Whisper in his ear while I blur his mind
Little white line on the compact mirror
Tongue touch, now the whole night clearer
Heart race, but my voice stay lazy
Eyes hazed, but my game stay razor
[Chorus]
Bad bitches smoke
Lil’ white stick hang off my lip
Talk slick, blow clouds in his face
He in love with the taste of the risk
Bad bitches smoke
Roll green, then I lace his night
Hit one line, now he swear I’m a dream
Whole scene feel dirty and bright
[Bridge]
You like them good girls, I get it (mm)
But they don’t burn like this, admit it
I’m your worst text typed at 3
Cig in my teeth while you fiend for me (uh)
[Verse 2]
Outside bar, I’m the spark on the curb
Whole block watch how my hips curve
Flick that flame, every ex get jealous
Current one stuck, can’t help how he stares us
Smoke ring halo, devilish grin
Say I’m poison, then beg for a hit
I’m a habit you can’t quite quit
Pretty little problem, permanent itch
Pack in the bag with the lip gloss tube
Green in the jar when I slide with the crew
Nose dust shine when the bathroom lock
Eyes roll back when the beat just knock (hey)
Toxic charm in a crop top tee
If I light one, they all find me
If I line one, they all go deep
I’m the high they can’t keep in they reach
[Chorus]
Bad bitches smoke
Lil’ white stick hang off my lip
Talk slick, blow clouds in his face
He in love with the taste of the risk
Bad bitches smoke
Roll green, then I lace his night
Hit one line, now he swear I’m a dream
Whole scene feel dirty and bright
Style
rapdark nyc drill beat with sliding bass and skittering hats; female vocals laid-back but razor sharphalf-whispered then exploding on key punchlines. hook built on a tauntingflirty mantra; verses stack tightly packed rhyme bursts and ad-libs. occasional pitched-down doubles and airy background chants on the chorus to make it club-ready and menacing.drill
Prompt
Create a female nyc drill rap song about a girl that smokes cigarettes have the song called bad bitches smoke talk about smoking cigs smoking weed doing cocaine have it be flirt a statement
Credits
Prompt byaifrenchy
GeneratedFeb 22, 2026
ModelAria v5
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