Yun Head - Fanta [Yun Remix] lyrics

{intro} Yuh, umm, ayy {hook} Okay like ooh, bad b*tch, i'm a hype man 'cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy) Bad b*tch, i'm a hype man Cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy) {verse 1} Aye, i don't need that b*tch Listen, you ain't got the sauce, and b*tch i bleed that sh*t Okay, wait, like y'all don't see my wrist And you ain't have to go and find, like you ain't peepin' this Okay, she act like she ain't been up on the anaconda And b*tch i ain't with all of that, i want a lot of prada I bet she think she on my mind, but i ain't talk about her Like i'm a bad ass b*tch and i don't care 'bout nada Ooh, ooh, who, who, who wanna talk to the man? Okay she ain't bout sh*t if this ain't makin' her dance And they 'gon think i'm stealin', how i pocket the bands And b*tch i been up high, and i ain't never 'gon land {hook} Okay like ooh, bad b*tch, i'm a hype man Cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy) Bad b*tch, i'm a hype man Cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy) {verse 2} Ooh, you b*tches sure do talk a lot And no, i never heard of you, so don't come to the spot Like yeah i'm taking all of that, lil b*tch, how could i not? They stay creepin' on my instagram, like, "what's he gonna drop?" Okay like, oh my god, i feel like i'm the man Like don't get mad, i bet that your b*tch stan The way i break a b*tch back, she needed a cat scan Wonder why they so scared, i'm makin 'em tap dance Ooh, ayy, okay, i bet they fu*kin' with me I never spoke to her, now she wan' su*k up on my willy Lil b*tch don't be gettin' lippy, tryna get a little drippy And they can call me drake, how i'm just tryna get a milli I'm talkin 'bout cash... Uh, drake's a pedophile {hook} Bad b*tch, i'm a hype man Cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy) Bad b*tch, i'm a hype man Cause i like b*tches on my dick and i like price tags I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag And i ain't hitting the phonebook, b*tch i won't write back (ayy, ayy, ayy)