[Chorus]
It's plenty bad bitches, it's enough to go around
Put your bands up or my n***a'll take you down
Seem like every time I switch it up, they tryna bite the sound
We don't pillow talk to bitches, no, that's not allowed
Foldin' under pressure when it's hot, that's not allowed
Take that cape off, savin' these lil' hoes, that's not allowed
Why you text me, lil' shawty? You know that's not allowed
On the main stage, rollin' loud at Rolling Loud

[Verse]
Half a ticket stuffed up in these new Balenci' jeans (Oh yeah)
All I sip is red, gave that ho some Hennessy, yeah
All I do is flex, do that shit so elegant, yeah (Yeah)
Brand new Vetements, flyer than a pelican (Yeah)
I record and it be hit, hit, I don't miss (No)
Flood my fingers, whippin' shit like I'm Ron Artest
I don't want no second place, I'm tryna be the best
Youngin tryna take off heads, better walk 'round with your vest

[Chorus]
It's plenty bad bitches, it's enough to go around
Put your bands up or my n***a'll take you down
Seem like every time I switch it up, they tryna bite the sound
We don't pillow talk to bitches, no, that's not allowed
Foldin' under pressure when it's hot, that's not allowed
Take that cape off, savin' these lil' hoes, that's not allowed
Why you text me, lil' shawty? You know that's not allowed
On the main stage, rollin' loud at Rolling Loud
[Outro]
(Rollin' loud at Rolling Loud)
On the main stage, rollin' loud at Rolling Loud
(Rollin' loud at Rolling Loud)
On the main stage, rollin' loud at Rolling Loud
(Rollin' loud at Rolling Loud)
On the main stage, rollin' loud at Rolling Loud
(Rollin' loud at Rolling Loud)