Bitch from L.A.
Yeah, Aye
I met a bitch in L.A, sucking my dick for some fame
No I don't fuck for a fame, but I needed a quick cake
Started calling all day, started tweeting my name
Now her man all mad, now he wanna start a raid
Better pull up to a block, we shooting them boys and we can't get locked up
Pull up to one of my blocks and u seeing ya girl doing all of my squat
That bitch is nasty lil thot, all she good is for tops
Now she wanna fuck a rapper, aye, now she wanna wear fashion
You can't afford on my living, stop starring at numbers and get your small numbers up
You cannot fuck on my bitches your dick is too small, y'all weak boys aint getting none
Little rappers ain't getting none, heard your lyrics and its still dumb
You gotta gun, I got choppers now, you gotta hoe that just licked me down
You gotta homie that licks you down, you gotta a bitch that still slaps you down
Stop frontin' like you getting some, last time I checked, you got none
Last time I checked, you got robbed, for snitching on people, you got fucked
For talking on people you got fucked, for talking on media you got struct
Yeahhhh, Ayee
Took a hoe to the downtown, got her drunk, got her throat fucked
Took her home got some more shots, henny and goose yeah we got that
She riding on me, call it horseback, she twerking on me with that fat ass
This bitch is so wet call her rain drop, her man is at home watching snaps now
Her man and his boys throwing shots now, spitting mad shit on air like he got some
Talking reckless will get you now killed son, better call on your boys, we meeting now
We pull up in blocks in that Benz now, wearing black with some timbs, screaming, kill now
Bullets flying in air, got your friend now, now you scared of us, that's a weak sign
Finna shoot all your boys, its a columbine, we aiming at you, now your acting blind
We taking it easy, we hardly trying, got couple of boys, and they bleeding wine
Killed all of you boys, now we hearing siren, some pigs on they way, that's a bad time
Too young to be locked, we don't leave a sign, quit fucking with us, it's a bad sign
I met a bitch in L.A, sucking my dick for some fame
No I don't fuck for a fame, but I needed a quick cake
Started calling all day, started tweeting my name
Now her man all mad, now he wanna start a raid
Better pull up to a block, we shooting them boys and we can't get locked up
Pull up to one of my blocks and u seeing ya girl doing all of my squat
That bitch is nasty lil thot, all she good is for tops
Now she wanna fuck a rapper, aye, now she wanna wear fashion
You can't afford on my living, stop starring at numbers and get your small numbers up
You cannot fuck on my bitches your dick is too small, y'all weak boys aint getting none
Little rappers ain't getting none, heard your lyrics and its still dumb
You gotta gun, I got choppers now, you gotta hoe that just licked me down
You gotta homie that licks you down, you gotta a bitch that still slaps you down
Stop frontin' like you getting some, last time I checked, you got none
Last time I checked, you got robbed, for snitching on people, you got fucked
For talking on people you got fucked, for talking on media you got struct
Yeahhhh, Ayee
Took a hoe to the downtown, got her drunk, got her throat fucked
Took her home got some more shots, henny and goose yeah we got that
She riding on me, call it horseback, she twerking on me with that fat ass
This bitch is so wet call her rain drop, her man is at home watching snaps now
Her man and his boys throwing shots now, spitting mad shit on air like he got some
Talking reckless will get you now killed son, better call on your boys, we meeting now
We pull up in blocks in that Benz now, wearing black with some timbs, screaming, kill now
Bullets flying in air, got your friend now, now you scared of us, that's a weak sign
Finna shoot all your boys, its a columbine, we aiming at you, now your acting blind
We taking it easy, we hardly trying, got couple of boys, and they bleeding wine
Killed all of you boys, now we hearing siren, some pigs on they way, that's a bad time
Too young to be locked, we don't leave a sign, quit fucking with us, it's a bad sign
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Writer(s): Yung Aye
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