Let Me Show You (feat. Lil CBN)

Let me show you what these bitches on
Let me show you what she kissin on

Yea we keep the bitches out
Yea we keep the bitches out
And we keep the bitches out
(Mhhmm)
Yea we keep the bitches out

Yea we wit the bitches ain't no switchin on my niggas
Why she tryna kick it like luh bitch I'm not no ninja
We had a Michael Jackson scene how I 'Beat it' like in Thriller
I put the D up on her now she call for the Avengers
I ain't talking white tee's when I said I'm a wife beater
I can tell she is a fein, I can tell by her demeanor
My mamma warned me they fast, man, these hoes fast like a cheetah
But they need to have some class, why you all up on me reachin?
Bitch I wake up, I'm fine
Bad bitch wit me, a nine
She ain't tryna waste no time
We stayed up tryna fuck all night
Two round in then she tap out
Hadda do two more then we black out
I hit her high notes then she froze
Can't break the code but I can break her back out
I don't know what's gotten into me
Back to the wall and I start actin differently
She makin me lose all my dignity
Sittin at night like "Damn is she into me?"
I'm the type of nigga have no enemies
It's either we cool or we frenemies
I rap bout money and the hoes
Band for band but nigga's a no-show

Yea we keep the bitches out
Yea we keep the bitches out
And we keep the bitches out
(Mhhmm)
Yea we keep the bitches out

Aye they know Playboii got flows, yea a young nigga got plenty
I been hitting the road, she want me all up in her city
Always gon stand ten toes, ion need no nigga stand wimme
My whole fit it stay froze, got a bad bitch warm it up wit her titties
Might fuck on yo hoe while I'm hittin the griddy
You carrying twenty's I'm carryin fifty's
That's why all the bitches be tryna get wit me
Don't need a gun make 'em run like (Ricky)
How u locked up but ya can't make bail?
Trollin and hoein's what get you in hell
Niggas be cloning like Rick in the cetidel
Hittin these hoes and you can't even get at them
Spinnin it back like a CD
I ain't no pussy I'm shooting my shot like I'm shootin a BB
Bitches be dumb like DeeDee
In a track hawk and she suckin my weewee
I blow her back off got her seein in 3d
Never had a bad fall, gotta make it look easy
CBN, me, and his homie, we doin a 3-peat
I'm tryna pat it like I'm TrapLand
When I pull up they like "Who dat man?"
She didn't want you she just wanted clout
Now she havin all yo kids and you trap now
Man if you know then you know
I need me the diamonds n gold
It never get old
That nigga a slave he sold
Got too much bread it won't fold
Finna be 18
She want to get put wit the team
But only be pressuring me
It ain't broke don't fix it
She want me to beg for the digits
I told the luh hoe that she trippin, nigga

Yea we keep the bitches out
Yea we keep the bitches out
And we keep the bitches out
(Mhhmm)
Yea we keep the bitches out



Credits
Writer(s): Jaylen Jordan
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