Song name – OG CRASHOUT
Singer – Bhad Bhabie
Check out OG CRASHOUT Song Lyrics by Bhad Bhabie
‘Cause that’s Bhad Bhabie, Bhad Bhabie’s going to do what Bhad Bhabie’s gonna f*cking do (Ayo, X9), and there’s nothing you can do about it
She’s gonna f*cking win, win, win, win, win
The f*ck you talkin’ about?
I don’t know who gassed these b*tches up, but somethin’ needa be said (Somethin’ needa be said)
How ‘dis b*tch think she ate? She just another b*tch that I fed
Why you all in that man face, and my pussy’s still on his breath (On his breath)
I heard there’s money on Ve’s head, but ain’t nobody ’round here dead
B*tch, keep talkin’ like you hot, I’ll have ’em layin’ at yo’ spot (Layin’ at yo’ spot)
OG crash out with the drum, I blink one-eighty-two shots
You the cry baby, you callin’ Ye ’bout the last diss that I droppеd (Cry baby)
You keep runnin’ back to your daddy, I don’t know when I last seen my pops (No)
I just killed you on my third diss and my last one still hot (Still hot)
All ‘еm whips you seen in my last video, ain’t none of them shit props (Nope)
B*tch, you scared, you postin’ up Big Mama like she with you, b*tch, you weird
Miss Piggy used to be fat before the Ozempic
You’s a bop, bop, bop, tryna use me for my name (Use me for my name)
If I crash out, mama crash out too, we got the same DNA
You worry ’bout Bhabie killin’ this, baby, when that baby killin’ ’em babies
Guess you really ain’t Daddy, baby, I’ma show you how to be a lady
F*ck these feet b*tch, I ain’t trippin’ if your foot out
Surround yourself with Blacks but still ain’t ‘vited to the cookout, cracker b*tch (B*tch)
I ain’t backin’ down from shit, I feel like Curtis Jackson (Feel like Curtis Jackson)
I gave a belt to a**, and the whole world when this would happen
How you born rich and you actin’ ratchet? You movin’ backwards
How you got Atlanta accent? You foolin’ me? You from Calabasas
I’ma make sure this the last song you gon’ make about me (B*tch)
Face to face, you can’t do that with no makeup (No)
AP buss all the way down, your time on Jacob (Jacob)
Every time you get a friend, you f*ck they man, that’s why they break up (B*tch)
I think this a** fat just like Ari’, who gon’ say sum? (Who?)
You goin’ hard to get a plaque, but still can’t make one (Nope)
When you see me, you gon’ whoop me, b*tch, where? (Haha)
Who the hell said that ‘Bama do it better, b*tch, where?
Lyin’ ’bout me, must be somethin’ in your teeth, b*tch, where? (B*tch, where?)
I know that you a 304, not me, bitch, where?
I swear to God, this hoe delusional, you know that b*tch weird (Weird b*tch)
I done made a couple M’s off OnlyFans, right here
Ask Camilla, she’ll tell you that this stupid b*tch weird (Weird b*tch)
Why this b*tch keep my name in her mouth? B*tch, weird
You weird-a** b*tch
