Bitch!
Bitch!
I got the pieces to the puzzle
Walk in like a dog, bitches say I need a muzzle
And you know I'm poppin' shit, you could call me bubble
I heard you was talkin' shit, so do you wanna squabble?
That's right lil' boy, you a bitch, you don't want no trouble
Man he keep on bitchin', he want beef, then we can shred it
Leave his body glitchin', he gon' need a paramedic
Left his body twitchin', but I don't feel sympathetic
How I got the hands? Man, I swear it's my genetics
I just dropped yo' mans, now I'm feelin' energetic
Yo' bitch heard my bars, she said, "Damn, that shit poetic"
Can't eat candy bars, like that bitch was diabetic
Damn, I just ran this shit up
Every single day, bitch, I don't give a fuck
And yo' bitch hit me up
I said, "Bitch, you outta luck"
Bitch!
Are you stupid?
Walk in wit' the fire and you think I won't shoot it?
Bitch think it's a lie, so I guess I gotta prove it
Bitch won't hurt a fly, so I guess I gotta do it
This shit not about you, but shit, rock it if the shoe fit
Ben pour up the Wocky, I start flyin' when the D'usse hit
Biggest birds we flockin', you start talkin', I'ma lose it
Damn, this bitch just dropped it, so I walked up and I scooped it
I just planted at B, so don't let the opps defuse it
I'ma hit the mall, yeah, you know I'm fin' get suited
I'ma pop 'em all, yeah, I'm really fin' get booted
Sike, that's a lie, you know I only distribute it
Damn, I'm goin' crazy
Walk inside the hoe, bitches tryna have my baby
I said, "Bitch, is you crazy?
You cannot be my lady"
Bitch!
Last time I'ma say it
Walk in wit' the uzi, yeah, I'm sprayin', and I'm prayin'
This not Call of Duty, bitch, we not really playin'
I love my big booty bitch, man, I am just sayin'
You a tuity fruity, bitch, bullets get to rainin'
Hit him right up in his chin, think I made him brain-dead
He was chillin' in his crib, then that shit got raided
Don't fuck wit' the BCM, swear them boys outrageous
BCM shit
Fuck a bitch
Stack yo' chips
All my youngbouls gon' make it
I got the pieces to the puzzle
Walk in like a dog, bitches say I need a muzzle
And you know I'm poppin' shit, you could call me bubble
I heard you was talkin' shit, so do you wanna squabble?
That's right lil' boy, you a bitch, you don't want no trouble
Man he keep on bitchin', he want beef, then we can shred it
Leave his body glitchin', he gon' need a paramedic
Left his body twitchin', but I don't feel sympathetic
How I got the hands? Man, I swear it's my genetics
I just dropped yo' mans, now I'm feelin' energetic
Yo' bitch heard my bars, she said, "Damn, that shit poetic"
Can't eat candy bars, like that bitch was diabetic
Damn, I just ran this shit up
Every single day, bitch, I don't give a fuck
And yo' bitch hit me up
I said, "Bitch, you outta luck"
Bitch!
Are you stupid?
Walk in wit' the fire and you think I won't shoot it?
Bitch think it's a lie, so I guess I gotta prove it
Bitch won't hurt a fly, so I guess I gotta do it
This shit not about you, but shit, rock it if the shoe fit
Ben pour up the Wocky, I start flyin' when the D'usse hit
Biggest birds we flockin', you start talkin', I'ma lose it
Damn, this bitch just dropped it, so I walked up and I scooped it
I just planted at B, so don't let the opps defuse it
I'ma hit the mall, yeah, you know I'm fin' get suited
I'ma pop 'em all, yeah, I'm really fin' get booted
Sike, that's a lie, you know I only distribute it
Damn, I'm goin' crazy
Walk inside the hoe, bitches tryna have my baby
I said, "Bitch, is you crazy?
You cannot be my lady"
Bitch!
Last time I'ma say it
Walk in wit' the uzi, yeah, I'm sprayin', and I'm prayin'
This not Call of Duty, bitch, we not really playin'
I love my big booty bitch, man, I am just sayin'
You a tuity fruity, bitch, bullets get to rainin'
Hit him right up in his chin, think I made him brain-dead
He was chillin' in his crib, then that shit got raided
Don't fuck wit' the BCM, swear them boys outrageous
BCM shit
Fuck a bitch
Stack yo' chips
All my youngbouls gon' make it
Credits
Writer(s): Damon C
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.