Bitch

In the sixth grade
I brought a knife up on the school bus
And we P' as fuck
So how you think you bout to fool us
Know a nigga up in Stephens
Yeah he got that Ruger
Just because a nigga rapping
That don't make a shooter
You a pussy nigga
You exactly where the cops be
If I'm beefing with a nigga
They be like who shot me
And I'm taxing on these hoes
Feeling like I'm two-three
And if you beefing wit a nigga
You gone have to shoot me

If I punch a nigga down
You can call that shit a headshot
Got a nine in the car
Fasho will shave a nigga dreadlocks
And bitch be acting boujee like I care about the looks
And she tryna be my wifey
Bitch but you can't even cook
I do stick after stick
I do blitz after blitz
Yeah
It don't really matter
Cause these hoes be riding dick
I ain't got job
I be robbing on the clock
I ain't chasing after pussy
I ain't bout to shoot my shot
If my brother see a nigga
He might knock a nigga socks off
If I see that bitch again
I might knock that bitch wig off
My daddy got a gun
Yeah he got that fucking sawed-off
I might have to talk to Biden
Get that hoe to call the laws off
And I'm done wasting time
I might have to kill a thot
And bitch I'm sick of playing games
I might Emmett Till a thot
You gone think I'm Quin2Fresh
The way I cut a nigga throat
Call your daddy and your pappy
If they want to beef some more

In the sixth grade
I brought a knife up on the school bus
And we P' as fuck
So how you think you bout to fool us
Know a nigga up in Stephens
Yeah he got that Ruger
Just because a nigga rapping
That don't make a shooter
You a pussy nigga
You exactly where the cops be
If I'm beefing with a nigga
They be like who shot me
And I'm taxing on these hoes
Feeling like I'm two-three
And if you beefing wit a nigga
You gone have to shoot me

HAHA Dead Guy
It's about to be a murder
It's another fucking dead guy
That ain't nobody heard of
A retarded motherfucker
Yeah he slow just like a turtle
And he stupid to beef with a nigga
I'm so damn assertive
And we cold in the cold
We get hoes after hoes
We do shows after shows
And we do not ever fold
Ain't no cap in my rap
I used to sleep up on the floor
And I'm cool with some niggas who might just
Pull a kick door
And the hoes love the way
I like to eat up on the beat
I don't give a fuck
Bitch can you eat up on my meat
Fun fact about me
I'm a freak up in the sheets
Love the way I talk
And then she love the way I skeet
Fun fact about these niggas
They ain't really bout shit
Fuck up on the bed or
I might fuck up on couches
I don't like that bitch
Because her body really slouchy
And that bitch gone eat my nut
Like she was drinking from a fountain

In the sixth grade
I brought a knife up on the school bus
And we P' as fuck
So how you think you bout to fool us
Know a nigga up in Stephens
Yeah he got that Ruger
Just because a nigga rapping
That don't make a shooter
You a pussy nigga
You exactly where the cops be
If I'm beefing with a nigga
They be like who shot me
And I'm taxing on these hoes
Feeling like I'm two-three
And if you beefing wit a nigga
You gone have to shoot me



Credits
Writer(s): Kheryngton Fletcher
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