hey bitch
D3r
(Blood pup)
Hey bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We on that la-la-la-la-la
Hey bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like-
I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny
They don't care about me, that's okay 'cause you're not special, honey
Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody
You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (ha)
Oh my God, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me
Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean
Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me
But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree
Crazy how I popped up on the scene, just like a plant
I'm fuckin' this shit up, 'cause I'm like that
You don't take me serious, all that fuckin' does is make me laugh
If you're thinking about me, that means you're jealous, you're on crack
I've been poppin' Addies, to stay focused, eat it like a snack
I'm so determined and that's just a fact
I can't tell if I am worthy, 'cause my life's barely intact
But that don't matter, 'cause I'm sitting here making all these stacks
All these hoes, they callin' me, now that they know I'm makin' racks
Feel like GTA, I pull up, put the money in the back
My ex ho she callin' all the time, but I don't call her back
VIPs up in the club, so all the drinks are on my tab
Walk up in the city, knowin' everybody seein' me
I need molly, I need acid, I don't fuck with all that weed
I don't need to settle in, I'm in the club and I won't leave
When she grindin' all up on me, I'm like bitch, like what's the need?
I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny
They don't care about me, that's okay 'cause you're not special, honey
Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody
You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (ha)
Oh my God, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me
Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, 'cause that shit made me sound clean
Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me
But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree
(Blood pup)
Hey bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We on that la-la-la-la-la
Hey bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card
And take the car and do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of our lungs like-
I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny
They don't care about me, that's okay 'cause you're not special, honey
Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody
You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (ha)
Oh my God, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me
Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean
Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me
But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree
Crazy how I popped up on the scene, just like a plant
I'm fuckin' this shit up, 'cause I'm like that
You don't take me serious, all that fuckin' does is make me laugh
If you're thinking about me, that means you're jealous, you're on crack
I've been poppin' Addies, to stay focused, eat it like a snack
I'm so determined and that's just a fact
I can't tell if I am worthy, 'cause my life's barely intact
But that don't matter, 'cause I'm sitting here making all these stacks
All these hoes, they callin' me, now that they know I'm makin' racks
Feel like GTA, I pull up, put the money in the back
My ex ho she callin' all the time, but I don't call her back
VIPs up in the club, so all the drinks are on my tab
Walk up in the city, knowin' everybody seein' me
I need molly, I need acid, I don't fuck with all that weed
I don't need to settle in, I'm in the club and I won't leave
When she grindin' all up on me, I'm like bitch, like what's the need?
I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny
They don't care about me, that's okay 'cause you're not special, honey
Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody
You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (ha)
Oh my God, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me
Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, 'cause that shit made me sound clean
Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me
But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree
Credits
Writer(s): Andreas, Wujek
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