Me & my Bitch
She gone do whatever
I say (It's just me and my bitch)
We ain't come here to play
(It's just me and my bitch)
We just tryna get rich
(It's just me and my bitch)
I might take me a trip
(It's just me and my bitch
Listening to big shit
Me and bitch
Things done changed
I'm just Tryna get rich
It's a warning
Stay away if you snitch
Gimme the loot
Ain't into the pics
Everyday struggle
I started with nicks
You the big poppa
Don't get shot in the wip
Respect is everything once
It's damaged forget
Not a friend of mine
We ain't go out and get
Unbelievable wen
I met the connect
Suicidal thoughts
Don't be forcing my hand
The what leave the what
Bro u gotta be playing
My bitch juicy
Wen I'm in it I'm slaying
So you ready to die
Well I'm ready to ride
One more chance
Then im ready to slide
Machine gun funk
Blow the thoughts off ya mind
Even fake jewels
Got a reason shine
Niggas get robbed
Hurd they wasted they time
The gun transform
Call it optimums prime
Need the whole 10
If you shopping A dime
They ain't got bars
They just simply rhyme
Frank white shit
I could get you a job
Where I'm from
Either you eat or you starve
Skittles got me high
I could play with a star
Shooters like trae young
Scoring from far
Queen and slim
On the road till the end
Fake love all around
So it's hard to pretend
Got a couple dollars
But they don't got sense
3 oz of butta
That's 3 months rent
I don't save em
My name ain't Clark Kent
Good weed have you stuck
Like a bum on the bench
With my ride or die
And we riding high
Smoke out the window
Wen we riding by
We could get on beats
And go line for line
Or we could play the streets
And go nine for nine
I'm cool guy
Just don't cross the line
I be in ya crib
Like you lost your mind
Bout to get the Rollie
I be lost in time
My niggas hug the block
They in love with crime
Niggas be rats
Just be dropping dimes
Ima bos nigga
They can't stop my shine
Feeling like smokey
I'm just tryna high
How you a bum
But you tryna get fly
You living
But you just tryna get by
Wen I grip the chop
I don't aim at the sky
Nigga said I'm broke
Then he telling you lies
Run off on the plug
Oh you listen to plies
Ya moms in the basement
Praying to god
Streets ain't for
Eeverybody get you a job
I say (It's just me and my bitch)
We ain't come here to play
(It's just me and my bitch)
We just tryna get rich
(It's just me and my bitch)
I might take me a trip
(It's just me and my bitch
Listening to big shit
Me and bitch
Things done changed
I'm just Tryna get rich
It's a warning
Stay away if you snitch
Gimme the loot
Ain't into the pics
Everyday struggle
I started with nicks
You the big poppa
Don't get shot in the wip
Respect is everything once
It's damaged forget
Not a friend of mine
We ain't go out and get
Unbelievable wen
I met the connect
Suicidal thoughts
Don't be forcing my hand
The what leave the what
Bro u gotta be playing
My bitch juicy
Wen I'm in it I'm slaying
So you ready to die
Well I'm ready to ride
One more chance
Then im ready to slide
Machine gun funk
Blow the thoughts off ya mind
Even fake jewels
Got a reason shine
Niggas get robbed
Hurd they wasted they time
The gun transform
Call it optimums prime
Need the whole 10
If you shopping A dime
They ain't got bars
They just simply rhyme
Frank white shit
I could get you a job
Where I'm from
Either you eat or you starve
Skittles got me high
I could play with a star
Shooters like trae young
Scoring from far
Queen and slim
On the road till the end
Fake love all around
So it's hard to pretend
Got a couple dollars
But they don't got sense
3 oz of butta
That's 3 months rent
I don't save em
My name ain't Clark Kent
Good weed have you stuck
Like a bum on the bench
With my ride or die
And we riding high
Smoke out the window
Wen we riding by
We could get on beats
And go line for line
Or we could play the streets
And go nine for nine
I'm cool guy
Just don't cross the line
I be in ya crib
Like you lost your mind
Bout to get the Rollie
I be lost in time
My niggas hug the block
They in love with crime
Niggas be rats
Just be dropping dimes
Ima bos nigga
They can't stop my shine
Feeling like smokey
I'm just tryna high
How you a bum
But you tryna get fly
You living
But you just tryna get by
Wen I grip the chop
I don't aim at the sky
Nigga said I'm broke
Then he telling you lies
Run off on the plug
Oh you listen to plies
Ya moms in the basement
Praying to god
Streets ain't for
Eeverybody get you a job
Credits
Writer(s): Jahmeel Cupid
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