You a Bitch
You a bitch, You a lie, You a mothafuckin snake (What, what)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
B-a-s-i-l-i-s-k written all up Your face
Fuck around and don the crown, how'd You become the king of snakes
You a bitch, You a bitch, cross Your heart with sharpened blades
Fall apart cause you got caught, we got Your mama digging graves
I don't know what You've been smoking, You got me fucked up
I got eyes in the back of my brain
I let You in and You all in my shit when I'm gone cause You broke and got shit to repay
I would've bet everything that I had that You'd be at my back if I asked You to be
But You runnin Your mouth, and I'm runnin these hands
You feeling exposed like Adam and Eve
You gonna drop down to them knees and beg forgiveness before I kill you
You ain't real, You fading out my life so fast I barely feel you
Blood gonna spill You, got some problems, You a toxic mothafucka
Those all facts that I spit about You dog, this fuckin bum's a bummer
Blowing up I learned some shit that made it easy to forget
'Bout You pussy, thieving hoes that thrive on fuckin all Your friends
Fuck a verse, fuck a pad, this too personal for the pen
When I see You, I'm gonna see You, pussy boy don't want no smoke cause You a bitch
You a bitch, You a lie, You a mothafuckin snake (What, what)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
You a bitch, you an opp, what, You like a fuckin mob (What)
Drop top on the log, Glock shots, pop pop (Yeah, yeah)
Thinking that You hard, Imma show You that You not (Aye, yuh)
Runnin your mouth just like a bitch and You gonna see what we about (Aye)
Can't control my actions, all I see is red (No, no, no)
Actin like a pill, bitch why You lookin pressed (No, what, aye)
Life is hard when You the boss, bitch I'm always fuckin stressed (What, yuh)
Sayin that you different, You just blend with the rest (What, yuh)
You a bitch, You a lie, You a mothafuckin snake (What, what)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
B-a-s-i-l-i-s-k written all up Your face
Fuck around and don the crown, how'd You become the king of snakes
You a bitch, You a bitch, cross Your heart with sharpened blades
Fall apart cause you got caught, we got Your mama digging graves
I don't know what You've been smoking, You got me fucked up
I got eyes in the back of my brain
I let You in and You all in my shit when I'm gone cause You broke and got shit to repay
I would've bet everything that I had that You'd be at my back if I asked You to be
But You runnin Your mouth, and I'm runnin these hands
You feeling exposed like Adam and Eve
You gonna drop down to them knees and beg forgiveness before I kill you
You ain't real, You fading out my life so fast I barely feel you
Blood gonna spill You, got some problems, You a toxic mothafucka
Those all facts that I spit about You dog, this fuckin bum's a bummer
Blowing up I learned some shit that made it easy to forget
'Bout You pussy, thieving hoes that thrive on fuckin all Your friends
Fuck a verse, fuck a pad, this too personal for the pen
When I see You, I'm gonna see You, pussy boy don't want no smoke cause You a bitch
You a bitch, You a lie, You a mothafuckin snake (What, what)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
You a bitch, you an opp, what, You like a fuckin mob (What)
Drop top on the log, Glock shots, pop pop (Yeah, yeah)
Thinking that You hard, Imma show You that You not (Aye, yuh)
Runnin your mouth just like a bitch and You gonna see what we about (Aye)
Can't control my actions, all I see is red (No, no, no)
Actin like a pill, bitch why You lookin pressed (No, what, aye)
Life is hard when You the boss, bitch I'm always fuckin stressed (What, yuh)
Sayin that you different, You just blend with the rest (What, yuh)
You a bitch, You a lie, You a mothafuckin snake (What, what)
Crossin hearts, hope You die, catch me pissin on ya grave (Aye, yuh, aye)
Piece of shit, hope You high, so You'll never feel the pain (Yuh, yuh)
Crack a grin while You cry as my eyes dialate (What, what, You a bitch, yuh)
Cause You a bitch, aye (Yuh, aye)
You a bitch (Yuh, aye)
God damn, You a bitch (What, aye)
Yuh yuh, You a bitch (Yuh, yuh, aye)
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Writer(s): Coltyn Safford
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