Bitch K
(Drill Time Entertainment) ayy
Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm, bitch
(Krafty made this beat)
Get that- mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm
Ayy
Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them niggas, I can't tame that
Makin' all them fucking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at
Free that shordy out them gates, it gon' be a murder case
He locked up, so for that, nigga Mitch had to pay
It's a six on the play, he get hit any day
Drop your lo', we gon' come through make niggas hit the pave'
Fuck that dead nigga, hit the switch I wanna see his brain
Get up on his ass, lock on 'em and let that bitch bang
Fuck that COVID mask, I'm ski-ed up it go down any day
Ridin' with a 23 and a motherfuckin' Drac'
We love smokin' niggas, it improve my gratitude
My Glock like a polaroid, I up this bitch and snap at you
I advise you play your place you don't want this blick to clap at you
You buckin', get put up, get on your ass just like your daddy do
Get your fuckin' face stomped, make you fix your attitude
Nigga pick your face up, 'fore I put this gat on you
I'ma count to three, tell 'em Free V, so I can make a move
Them two steps gon' lead to death gon' put his ass right on the news
Leeke voice all in my head he tellin' me watch how I move
Ralo in my other ear sayin' drop a bag on every fool
John John, that's my nigga that you know the gang gon' ackafool
Nigga felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude
35, six K, look at Mookey in the grave
We gon' get his coke sniffin'-ass daddy named Shane
Fuck they broke ass clique and they pussy-ass gang
Cappin' 'bout TreyD, he ain't did a fuckin' thing
Cojack don't slide, Jarvo not outside
Cracka is a gift from God, nigga got nine lives
Mookey ass wrecked out, that nigga need new tires
Call Petey ass Plies, bro made niggas slip and slide
Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them niggas I can't tame that
Makin' all them fuckin' posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at (pop out where your gang at)
Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm, bitch
(Krafty made this beat)
Get that- mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm
Ayy
Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them niggas, I can't tame that
Makin' all them fucking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at
Free that shordy out them gates, it gon' be a murder case
He locked up, so for that, nigga Mitch had to pay
It's a six on the play, he get hit any day
Drop your lo', we gon' come through make niggas hit the pave'
Fuck that dead nigga, hit the switch I wanna see his brain
Get up on his ass, lock on 'em and let that bitch bang
Fuck that COVID mask, I'm ski-ed up it go down any day
Ridin' with a 23 and a motherfuckin' Drac'
We love smokin' niggas, it improve my gratitude
My Glock like a polaroid, I up this bitch and snap at you
I advise you play your place you don't want this blick to clap at you
You buckin', get put up, get on your ass just like your daddy do
Get your fuckin' face stomped, make you fix your attitude
Nigga pick your face up, 'fore I put this gat on you
I'ma count to three, tell 'em Free V, so I can make a move
Them two steps gon' lead to death gon' put his ass right on the news
Leeke voice all in my head he tellin' me watch how I move
Ralo in my other ear sayin' drop a bag on every fool
John John, that's my nigga that you know the gang gon' ackafool
Nigga felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude
35, six K, look at Mookey in the grave
We gon' get his coke sniffin'-ass daddy named Shane
Fuck they broke ass clique and they pussy-ass gang
Cappin' 'bout TreyD, he ain't did a fuckin' thing
Cojack don't slide, Jarvo not outside
Cracka is a gift from God, nigga got nine lives
Mookey ass wrecked out, that nigga need new tires
Call Petey ass Plies, bro made niggas slip and slide
Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them niggas I can't tame that
Makin' all them fuckin' posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at (pop out where your gang at)
Credits
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Jack Richard Thierer P
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