B1tch3s!
Yeaaaa
Now this shit bussing
1800, 42
Now all my bitches rushing, like
Damn
Yea! now this shit hurting
Smack her on her booty
If it jiggle, yea it's gushing
Like the down south tube
Lock em in a coffin
Choppa raining on em
It won't hit em if they lucky
Yea, we pull up on you
Coulda check her if she want it
Fuck a conversation
I don't wanna hear it, I ain't talking
Yea, them bitches always hating
So fucking get your paper
Yea I know that face
You the bitches running from your chaser
I can't tolerate
Bitches sucking dick to just be greater
I won't hesitate
To beat a bitch up if she get familiar
Yea, ice
Bricks
Ricks
Kicks
45, take a hint
I ain't missin', I got licks
I ain't dissin', this is it
I got time
I got beef
I got percs
I got
I got
I got bitches, and it's
Yeaaaa
Nah, this bitch is bugging
How you tryna run my niggas off they fucking profit
How you think you bad without an inch & you still buggin
Fucking dummy bitch
Fucking bummy bitch
Fucking sorry bitch
Ugh
Yea
This shit, I love it
Bitches hating on me like they wasn't just tryna copy
See that bitch outside and imma pin her 'til she ducking
Get that sniper
Now they fucking shopping for your coffin, ugh
Yea! Ugh
Yea! Ugh
Fuck! Ugh
Run that shit back, baby
Yeaaaa
Wait. This nigga calling
CAN'T YOU SEE I'M MAKIN MONEY
PLEASE GET OFF MY BODY
No I cannot laugh 'cause in this life, ain't nothing funny
Less I make my choppa sing
And make you dance, and make you scurry yea
And I'm hot, uh
I make em fucking sing
Musta lost her fucking mind
I don't love her, I got kinks
I got rings
And they glisten
Tap that shit and it go ding
Yea you liking what you see
Called em back, they on my P
Like where you at, my fucking G
Yea, we turning up on me
Want a mil and so I got it
Now I'm talking like a G
Got some wet, yea on my spleen
Buss it down, I'm getting mean
Pop her shit 'cause she a fiend
Hide the body, now we clean
Get it clapping
Get it clapping, ho
Not enough
So I wanted more
Drugs that make me feel down, down
So I turn it up
Make me fucking scream loud, loud
So we run it up
Yea we run it up
Yea we turn it up
They won't fuck with us
Wouldn't fuck with us
So we turn it up
Yea we turn it up
So we fuck it up
Yea we fuckin' up, bitches
Now this shit bussing
1800, 42
Now all my bitches rushing, like
Damn
Yea! now this shit hurting
Smack her on her booty
If it jiggle, yea it's gushing
Like the down south tube
Lock em in a coffin
Choppa raining on em
It won't hit em if they lucky
Yea, we pull up on you
Coulda check her if she want it
Fuck a conversation
I don't wanna hear it, I ain't talking
Yea, them bitches always hating
So fucking get your paper
Yea I know that face
You the bitches running from your chaser
I can't tolerate
Bitches sucking dick to just be greater
I won't hesitate
To beat a bitch up if she get familiar
Yea, ice
Bricks
Ricks
Kicks
45, take a hint
I ain't missin', I got licks
I ain't dissin', this is it
I got time
I got beef
I got percs
I got
I got
I got bitches, and it's
Yeaaaa
Nah, this bitch is bugging
How you tryna run my niggas off they fucking profit
How you think you bad without an inch & you still buggin
Fucking dummy bitch
Fucking bummy bitch
Fucking sorry bitch
Ugh
Yea
This shit, I love it
Bitches hating on me like they wasn't just tryna copy
See that bitch outside and imma pin her 'til she ducking
Get that sniper
Now they fucking shopping for your coffin, ugh
Yea! Ugh
Yea! Ugh
Fuck! Ugh
Run that shit back, baby
Yeaaaa
Wait. This nigga calling
CAN'T YOU SEE I'M MAKIN MONEY
PLEASE GET OFF MY BODY
No I cannot laugh 'cause in this life, ain't nothing funny
Less I make my choppa sing
And make you dance, and make you scurry yea
And I'm hot, uh
I make em fucking sing
Musta lost her fucking mind
I don't love her, I got kinks
I got rings
And they glisten
Tap that shit and it go ding
Yea you liking what you see
Called em back, they on my P
Like where you at, my fucking G
Yea, we turning up on me
Want a mil and so I got it
Now I'm talking like a G
Got some wet, yea on my spleen
Buss it down, I'm getting mean
Pop her shit 'cause she a fiend
Hide the body, now we clean
Get it clapping
Get it clapping, ho
Not enough
So I wanted more
Drugs that make me feel down, down
So I turn it up
Make me fucking scream loud, loud
So we run it up
Yea we run it up
Yea we turn it up
They won't fuck with us
Wouldn't fuck with us
So we turn it up
Yea we turn it up
So we fuck it up
Yea we fuckin' up, bitches
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Writer(s): Onoola Sama
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