OG Crashout Lyrics – Bhad Bhabie

Read the full OG Crashout lyrics by Bhad Bhabie along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bhad Bhabie's music, you can also explore HOE and What U Like, two other songs by Bhad Bhabie.

[Intro: BenzShiesty]
'Cause that's Bhad Bhabie and Bhad Bhabie's going to do what Bhad Bhabie's gonna fu*king do (Ayo, X9)
And there's nothing you can do about it
She's gonna fu*king win
Win, win, win, win
The fu*k you talking about?

[Verse: Bhad Bhabie]
I don't know who gassed these b!tches up, but something needa be said (Something 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, my pu*sy's still in his breath (In his breath)
I heard his money on the air, but ain't nobody 'round here dead
B!tch, keep talking like you hot, I'll have 'em laying at yo' spot (Laying at yo' spot)
OG crashout with the drum, I blink one-eighty-two shots
You the crybaby, you calling Ye 'bout the last diss that I dropped (Crybaby)
You keep running back to your daddy, I don't know when I last seen my pops (No, no)
I just killed you on my third diss and my last one still hot (Still hot)
All 'em whips you seen in my last video, ain't none of them s*it props (Nope)
B!tch, you scared, you posting 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 crashout, mama crashout too, we got the same DNA
You worry 'bout Bhabie killing this baby when that baby killing 'em babies
Guess you really ain't Daddy, baby, I'ma show you how to be a lady
Fu*k this big b!tch, I ain't tripping, get your foot out
Surround yourself with Blacks but still invited to the cookout
Cracker b!tch (B!tch)
I ain't backing down from s*it, I feel like Curtis Jackson (Feel like Curtis Jackson)
I gave the (??) asking the whole world when this would happen
How you born rich and you acting ratchet? You moving backwards
How you got Atlanta accent? You fooling me, you from Calabassas
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 fu*ked they man, that's why they breakup (B!tch)
I think this ass fat just like Ari, who gon' say so? (Who?)
You going 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?
Lying 'bout me, must be something in your teeth, b!tch, where? (B!tch, where?)
I know that you a 304, nah, me, b!tch, where?
I swear to God, this ho delusional, you know that b!tch weird (Weird b!tch)
I done made a couple M's off OnlyFans, right here
Ask Camila, she'a tell you this stupid b!tch weird (Weird b!tch)
Why this b!tch keep my name in her mouth? B!tch, weird
You weird-ass b!tch