Don't Be a Bitch
Let's get it poppin
Let's get it poppin
Finally got rich now I'm making a flip
All of a sudden you sound like a bitch
What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you
Damn
Ever since then yeah you sound like a bitch
I think you jealous of what's on my wrist
None of my watches go tickity tick
You hate me but you love the way I do this
I'm effortless yeah I woke up like this
I would go crazy I'd do it for Pab
I'm slapping shit I got Slum in the mix
Do it for myself prolly do it for less
I would go crazy I do it for Suav
You start it up and we finish the job
Only be with the mob
If that's not you then it's you getting robbed
Two twins at the telly
It's double trouble it's two to a job
She don't like her belly
Girl it won't show if I turn you around
(Let's fuck)
I'mma turn this around
We get it lit get it burnt to the ground
You used to be solid
You turned to a clown
(Real shit)
Her head just keep bobbing
I don't push it down
(Don't need to)
Smoke on the zaza yeah
She look like Zendaya
She wanna pick me peter pipe my pecker
Pussy sweet like papaya
We keep it off the record
Keep it low paparazzi been hiding
She had a religious experience at the show
Call me messiah
Mix a lil weed with a bean
And I promise that's gon get you higher
(Dope)
Out in Philly like the flyers
She know how to ride it
She can't get her own bread
She be taking mine
She be giving goat head
Till my dick is bone dry
I'm sipping potion like I just came outta Skyrim
If we hit a lick in my whip
Please don't speak about it please be silent
Keep it locked switch the topic
Hit the chop shop now the choppa choppin
Fuck a opp tell a cop suck a cock
Fuck a Fox Five talkin bout it
If I drop and I don't pop I'mma hit the block
Spin around it
(Yeah)
Please don't be a bitch
Please don't be a bitch
Damn
Please don't be a bitch
(This that city music)
Darko
Yeah
Yeah
My brothers will kill
I just do not
I sit watch
I'm keeping watch
They tell me tell them when I see the cops
They robbing him wonder how much he got
Prolly not a lot let's be real
Checking my watch to see how much time we got
Then we race down the block
Love all of my brothers hope they don't get shot
Hope I don't get shot
We pulled up to seven eleven
They need some woods and snacks
Told me they would be back
Told me just chill my heart racing
We almost crashed on the way here
A car pulls up right next to us
I'm like who is that
Let's get it poppin
Finally got rich now I'm making a flip
All of a sudden you sound like a bitch
What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you
Damn
Ever since then yeah you sound like a bitch
I think you jealous of what's on my wrist
None of my watches go tickity tick
You hate me but you love the way I do this
I'm effortless yeah I woke up like this
I would go crazy I'd do it for Pab
I'm slapping shit I got Slum in the mix
Do it for myself prolly do it for less
I would go crazy I do it for Suav
You start it up and we finish the job
Only be with the mob
If that's not you then it's you getting robbed
Two twins at the telly
It's double trouble it's two to a job
She don't like her belly
Girl it won't show if I turn you around
(Let's fuck)
I'mma turn this around
We get it lit get it burnt to the ground
You used to be solid
You turned to a clown
(Real shit)
Her head just keep bobbing
I don't push it down
(Don't need to)
Smoke on the zaza yeah
She look like Zendaya
She wanna pick me peter pipe my pecker
Pussy sweet like papaya
We keep it off the record
Keep it low paparazzi been hiding
She had a religious experience at the show
Call me messiah
Mix a lil weed with a bean
And I promise that's gon get you higher
(Dope)
Out in Philly like the flyers
She know how to ride it
She can't get her own bread
She be taking mine
She be giving goat head
Till my dick is bone dry
I'm sipping potion like I just came outta Skyrim
If we hit a lick in my whip
Please don't speak about it please be silent
Keep it locked switch the topic
Hit the chop shop now the choppa choppin
Fuck a opp tell a cop suck a cock
Fuck a Fox Five talkin bout it
If I drop and I don't pop I'mma hit the block
Spin around it
(Yeah)
Please don't be a bitch
Please don't be a bitch
Damn
Please don't be a bitch
(This that city music)
Darko
Yeah
Yeah
My brothers will kill
I just do not
I sit watch
I'm keeping watch
They tell me tell them when I see the cops
They robbing him wonder how much he got
Prolly not a lot let's be real
Checking my watch to see how much time we got
Then we race down the block
Love all of my brothers hope they don't get shot
Hope I don't get shot
We pulled up to seven eleven
They need some woods and snacks
Told me they would be back
Told me just chill my heart racing
We almost crashed on the way here
A car pulls up right next to us
I'm like who is that
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Writer(s): Joseph Jacklin-nunez
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