[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

rap, Dark NYC drill beat with sliding bass and skittering hats; female vocals laid-back but razor sharp, half-whispered then exploding on key punchlines. Hook built on a taunting, flirty 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

Bad Bitches Smoke