We smoke to get high
We drink, but not to die
we laugh until we cry
at the many reasons why
Mary Jane says that we can fly
& We aren't socially shy
We tell them bitches hi
Who seem to pass by
With hate in they eyes
& We do this shit for fun
Our mouth is like a gun
We shot fire at them hoes
Who try n tell us how to roll
N the end, we always right
On the good shit, never up tight
& we got more than 9 lives
Because bad girls always survive
-k.s
