Chill With Yo Bitxh
I'll send a hit while I chill with yo bitch
And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit
And I aint playing no games if you mess with me the you might get hit
I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids
She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids
Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs
He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil
She on my dick cause she see I got pape
Can't love no bitch cause love be fake
If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face
Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist
Walk in the mall with the blues on my waist
She tell me she love me get the fuck out my face
15k by tonight tell me, who is your bank?
I ran it up dont give a fuck what you think
I got a bank so I don't have to chase
Hit her one time, and I don't know her name
Matter fact I think her name might be Sarah
And she brung twins, Tia Tamara
I'm so fly like a god damn pharaoh
Can't believe my cousin tried to take my bankroll
Fuck nigga talking shit gone get rolled up
In the trap right now just trying to pour up
In the trap right I make shit pop man that shit jump without my hand in it
Stop asking me questions like I'm the one did it
I didn't want to fuck girl I was just kidding
Yeah, Niggas be talking about what they gone do when they see me
I swear to god niggas just seen me
Told these niggas I was gone make it out
But they said I wouldn't they didn't believe me
She call my phone talking bout that she need me
She call my phone every time in the evening
Her nigga cheated first she just want to get even
I just hit it one time no I can not keep it, I leave it
I-I-I'll send a hit while I chill with yo bitch
And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit
And I aint playing no gmaes if you mess with me the you might get hit
I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids
She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids
Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs
He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil
She on my dick cause she see I got pape
Can't love no bitch cause love be fake
If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face
Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist
And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit
And I aint playing no games if you mess with me the you might get hit
I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids
She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids
Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs
He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil
She on my dick cause she see I got pape
Can't love no bitch cause love be fake
If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face
Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist
Walk in the mall with the blues on my waist
She tell me she love me get the fuck out my face
15k by tonight tell me, who is your bank?
I ran it up dont give a fuck what you think
I got a bank so I don't have to chase
Hit her one time, and I don't know her name
Matter fact I think her name might be Sarah
And she brung twins, Tia Tamara
I'm so fly like a god damn pharaoh
Can't believe my cousin tried to take my bankroll
Fuck nigga talking shit gone get rolled up
In the trap right now just trying to pour up
In the trap right I make shit pop man that shit jump without my hand in it
Stop asking me questions like I'm the one did it
I didn't want to fuck girl I was just kidding
Yeah, Niggas be talking about what they gone do when they see me
I swear to god niggas just seen me
Told these niggas I was gone make it out
But they said I wouldn't they didn't believe me
She call my phone talking bout that she need me
She call my phone every time in the evening
Her nigga cheated first she just want to get even
I just hit it one time no I can not keep it, I leave it
I-I-I'll send a hit while I chill with yo bitch
And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit
And I aint playing no gmaes if you mess with me the you might get hit
I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids
She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids
Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs
He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil
She on my dick cause she see I got pape
Can't love no bitch cause love be fake
If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face
Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Herring
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