B.A.N.
Bitch ass niggas always wondering why they hoes get fucked
I don't give a fuck
I've been gave that up
Run my money up
Alligator trunks
Super sayin Trunks
Stuff him in the trunk
Black mask
Body bags
Propane
Alkane
White Cain
Nova cane
Liu Kang
Kick a nigga bitch ass
Bruce Wayne
Yea I got the bat stash
In the next flash
I'm on that shit
Like
The Flash
I'm to fast
I'm to quick
That money game
I'm too hip
Yo bitch ass
On bullshit
I can tell by your tool kit
My brother got his stick
And he'll let that shit rip
Hollow tips at yo whip
Holler Ghost then we dip
Hollow Ghost now you dead
Yeah yo bitch ass is red
Did em bold
Cause these niggas bold
I ain't five years old
Don't be playing me like no kid
Disrespect ain't on my list
I don't tolerate that shit
We don't be bout nonsense
Nonchalant
Up echelon
And y'all niggas not
Fuck you thought
You ain't met boss
How you on my level
Bitch I am a boss
How you feel
How you feel
You ain't digging wit no shovel
You ain't been up in no field
You don't know how this feels
You don't bout this thrill
You a bitch
You a hoe
Plus yo bitch
Is a hoe
We'll fuck up you both
Gang gang for stomp
Gang gang for the pump
Had to whoop a nigga ass
And had to pipe his bitch up
Tits up
Ass down
Memories just float around
And yo bitch is part of them
Had to part her V on film
Smash Smash
Double tap
Had to send yo bitch back
Had yo main running laps
Bitch
I don't give a fuck
I've been gave that up
Run my money up
Alligator trunks
Super sayin Trunks
Stuff him in the trunk
Black mask
Body bags
Propane
Alkane
White Cain
Nova cane
Liu Kang
Kick a nigga bitch ass
Bruce Wayne
Yea I got the bat stash
In the next flash
I'm on that shit
Like
The Flash
I'm to fast
I'm to quick
That money game
I'm too hip
Yo bitch ass
On bullshit
I can tell by your tool kit
My brother got his stick
And he'll let that shit rip
Hollow tips at yo whip
Holler Ghost then we dip
Hollow Ghost now you dead
Yeah yo bitch ass is red
Did em bold
Cause these niggas bold
I ain't five years old
Don't be playing me like no kid
Disrespect ain't on my list
I don't tolerate that shit
We don't be bout nonsense
Nonchalant
Up echelon
And y'all niggas not
Fuck you thought
You ain't met boss
How you on my level
Bitch I am a boss
How you feel
How you feel
You ain't digging wit no shovel
You ain't been up in no field
You don't know how this feels
You don't bout this thrill
You a bitch
You a hoe
Plus yo bitch
Is a hoe
We'll fuck up you both
Gang gang for stomp
Gang gang for the pump
Had to whoop a nigga ass
And had to pipe his bitch up
Tits up
Ass down
Memories just float around
And yo bitch is part of them
Had to part her V on film
Smash Smash
Double tap
Had to send yo bitch back
Had yo main running laps
Bitch
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Writer(s): Reuel Richardson
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