Bitch Just Do It
Yea, Ay
Lets get this shit started
Bitch, I call my shooter cameraman, Cuz he get the shots
I just made her cum, Big B that's a blood stain on my watch
I'm part Devil like I'm Gohan
I'm the Goat, Yea my music it go so hard
If ya see my other bitch ima act like ion know ya
She text me later sayin she just wanted to blow me
I said after the show come on back and show me
Yea, Yea, Yea, Just show me
Bitch just do it, Like I'm Nike running smoke
I'll just shoot ya
Like I'm Chester flaming hot, Bitch I'm fuming
Cock that bitch back, And it just rip
Got that switch, So you know it's shooting triples
Shooting threes like Michael Jordan ion dribble
This a 1 of 1 chain it goes so hard, Like my personality
Ima 1 of 1 half demon nationality
Like a bat outta hell I just made it out
Now I gotta die in this life, Just to go back down
Life is like a circle, It just goes around
I got so many flaws, I'm just always wrong
Don't know what to do just to get it right
Private jet, First class, Might take a flight
I'm out here fighting, Fighting for my life
They don't know it though, They all in my head
My minds a prison might as well be dead
I spy with this laser on my choppa time
Favorite TV is show bullets
Wanna watch him die
I might have to give em bullets
Ima fuck her, Yea I'm in control
Stick shift big drifts like a Maserati
Bitch it's what I hate
She jack me off I cum on her face I ejaculate
Now I'm screaming fuck you bitch, And then I fuck your face
How ironic I choke you but, I can't breathe, I'm outta breath
Look at me in the eyes, Tell me what you need
We some serpents in disguise, Bitch like Adam an Eve
Off the moonrock in the sky how it really be
Please just gimme all my gold before I rest in piece
I wanna put that shit, Yea
Diamonds and Gold yea all up on my teeth
Hate these bitches speaking fax, Cuz I would neva lie
Yea
I just nutted in her throat, I'm the goat like Brady
Let's get too high
Bitch say good night
I fuck you so good, You gon die tonight
50K on his head I just bought a Bodie
I be popping people dead, Yea I'm off the molly
Where I'm at bitch it's classified as of time
Pull up with this stick, It's a choppa 9
Bullets get to raining, Yea now you fried
Lets get this shit started
Bitch, I call my shooter cameraman, Cuz he get the shots
I just made her cum, Big B that's a blood stain on my watch
I'm part Devil like I'm Gohan
I'm the Goat, Yea my music it go so hard
If ya see my other bitch ima act like ion know ya
She text me later sayin she just wanted to blow me
I said after the show come on back and show me
Yea, Yea, Yea, Just show me
Bitch just do it, Like I'm Nike running smoke
I'll just shoot ya
Like I'm Chester flaming hot, Bitch I'm fuming
Cock that bitch back, And it just rip
Got that switch, So you know it's shooting triples
Shooting threes like Michael Jordan ion dribble
This a 1 of 1 chain it goes so hard, Like my personality
Ima 1 of 1 half demon nationality
Like a bat outta hell I just made it out
Now I gotta die in this life, Just to go back down
Life is like a circle, It just goes around
I got so many flaws, I'm just always wrong
Don't know what to do just to get it right
Private jet, First class, Might take a flight
I'm out here fighting, Fighting for my life
They don't know it though, They all in my head
My minds a prison might as well be dead
I spy with this laser on my choppa time
Favorite TV is show bullets
Wanna watch him die
I might have to give em bullets
Ima fuck her, Yea I'm in control
Stick shift big drifts like a Maserati
Bitch it's what I hate
She jack me off I cum on her face I ejaculate
Now I'm screaming fuck you bitch, And then I fuck your face
How ironic I choke you but, I can't breathe, I'm outta breath
Look at me in the eyes, Tell me what you need
We some serpents in disguise, Bitch like Adam an Eve
Off the moonrock in the sky how it really be
Please just gimme all my gold before I rest in piece
I wanna put that shit, Yea
Diamonds and Gold yea all up on my teeth
Hate these bitches speaking fax, Cuz I would neva lie
Yea
I just nutted in her throat, I'm the goat like Brady
Let's get too high
Bitch say good night
I fuck you so good, You gon die tonight
50K on his head I just bought a Bodie
I be popping people dead, Yea I'm off the molly
Where I'm at bitch it's classified as of time
Pull up with this stick, It's a choppa 9
Bullets get to raining, Yea now you fried
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Writer(s): Aiden Everett
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