[Intro: Ivorian Doll, Abigail Asante]
(Brigades)
(Rah, it's BKay you know)
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood

[Verse 1: Ivorian Doll]
I know guys that are fully on violence
Bullies on road, wait 'til I get my license
Girls talk but in person it's silence
Pullin' out phones 'cause you're gonna need guidance
I know guys that put holes in bodies
No need to talk 'cause I sing like Roddy
Them girls fans, ain't original copies
I was makin' tracks while you were giving sloppys
I should drive through your hood like, "Beep, beep"
Shit, you woulda thought I was Noddy
You were settin' up opps as a hobby
Hat to the gang, to every Harry and Bobby
Your mans hard? He ain't catchin' no bodies
Your man peng? He ain't sexing nobody
You was running down flats by the oppies
Thought you was bad but you sing to the coppies

[Verse 2: Abigail Asante]
More time, if it's beef, I'm backing
Clapping, hands go up when I'm slapping
Heard that beef's on the menu
Punched that bitch so now I'm just bragging
Who's on piss? You're not, you're team tagging
Who's on shit? It's me, I'm team bragging
If I miss that bitch, I'm slacking
Tryna score points and I don't mean stabbings
Movin' ghost 'cause you ain't got power
Tryna buck girls in the dead ting hour
I should wet that bitch in the shower
Don't move delicate, ain't no flower
I come with my twin, no tower
Look so sweet but move so sour
You're mad cuz you want this coochie
Told you, I'm too bad, too boujie
[Chorus: Ivorian Doll, Abigail Asante]
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood

[Verse 3: Ivorian Doll]
I press play on these bitches
Leave you in stitches, fighting's due
I hate when them girls talk loose
I should ride like Batman then hide like Bruce
Bye bitch, ain't leaving no clues
They was talking loose but someone lost shoe
Your friends, my pick or I'll choose
If you wanna do beef, you best know you'll lose
What? 'Cause I do Insta
You think that's instant sight to do chattings?
That's instant likes, I'm still slapping
Clapping, most them girls, they're on yapping
Can't double tap, I'm not lacking
He can't double tap, he ain't whacking
I'll take your man, I'm hijacking
Snatching, sent your bitch to do packing
[Verse 4: Abigail Asante]
I don't clap if it don't mean whacking
Swing that head, make a opp keep clapping
Don't do all of that yapping
Swing one back 'cause a girl keeps chatting
On sight if we're fully on piss
You can run but hide is a bitch, I'm lurking
IV on the right, that's sis
It's me AB on the left, I'm working
Not tall but I come so violent
Dodge that shot, make a girl call trident
Heard you're talking that shit so I moved so wide
Make a bitch make a bitch move silent
Don't run, I'm doing up hurdles
Jump that bitch, make your girl move violent
Shit, now I hear sirens
A, V and we come so violent

[Chorus: Ivorian Doll, Abigail Asante]
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood (Boujie)
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood
[Outro: Ivorian Doll, Abigail Asante]
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood
I, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood
Boujie bitch, I was raised in the—
I was raised in the—, I was raised in the hood