Bitch

Pussy nigga fix your face, what you looking at bitch?
What you looking at bitch? Gang gang
Lud Foe, Boochie Gang bitch, LF 300 shit
You know how I'm rocking nigga
YSN, young street nigga
Get your gun up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mopstick

Ayy, pussy nigga fix your face, what you looking at bitch?
Chopper wet the shirt up like the laundromat bitch
Shoot a nigga in his mouth if he running that bitch
You got them pounds in your house, we gon' run in that bitch
Dick hoes in the Ghost, I was stomping that bitch
You put a ring on that ho, we be running that bitch
And I ain't gotta cock it back, already one in that bitch
Hit the strip club, I just snuck one gun in that bitch

I say bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch
Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy
You with the shits, bitch
'Bout my bread I'll toast you
She suck suck me into a comma
Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders
She did exactly what I told her, ayy
'Cause she my bitch

Niggas hiding from me like he got a warrant
Stripper bitch so thick you see that ass from the front
You smoking reggie, don't even try and pass me no blunt
I heard you diss me, now I'm outside sliding on the hunt
She ate my dick for breakfast so I took her out for brunch
Got the city on my back but never mind my hunch
I've been doing this shit so long, look all the time I punch
I just dropped an X pill in my Hawaiian Punch
I ball like Chris Paul, and John Wall
Your bitch ugly, Ruth Paul, aw naw
Aw naw, hell naw, hell naw
She's a dusty, dust her off, then get lost
My weed musty, I'm ride luxury with new exhaust
You gotta have expensive taste 'cause my dick cost
Finesse the plug, you shouldn't've trust me, I'm getting lost
You better be lucky, aim at his top, I tried to tear it off
He got hit with the seven-six-two
The doctor said he might not pull through
Now his family in the lobby and they crying
You think I give a fuck, bitch boo-hoo
'Cause by the time they got to him he was through
This chopper turn his niggas into house shoes
He put his nose in my motherfucking business
So I cut off his nostrils
Ayy this chopper knock a nigga out his mind
If you don't see me getting to this money then you're blind
I won't hesitate to take a nigga's life, he threaten mine
Baby bend that shit over, let me hit it from behind, ayy
Pass out, dope fiends in the long ass line
I can't keep my fingers off her 'cause she look so fine
Got my bitch titties did and it cost me a dime
You ain't fucking with me nigga, you should just stop trying
If you a snitch ass nigga, I don't fuck with your kind
But we heard you a bitch, turn a nigga lights out
All I did was hit the switch, suck my dick 'cause I'm rich
She put that brain on me good, she do all kind of tricks
Petite 'round my dick, doing all kind of splits
I was really in the field doing all kind of shit
I been balling for a long time, he's an analyst
Chopper hit his body, leaving all kind of damages
Whole lot of red tape, all you hear is ambulance
You too sloppy on them hits, you be leaving evidence
You keep talking all that shit, we show up to your residence
Middle finger Donald Trump, yeah, fuck my president
Riding around with a long clip, check the measurement
Bitch my mind gone, still tryna find that shit
Wanna rob me, don't you even think 'bout trying that shit
Young street nigga, bitch I stand behind that shit
Baby bend it over, let me get behind that shit
Hit your block, shoot it up, then rewind that shit
Niggas hating on me, but I never mind that shit
I showed you niggas how to stunt, this the thanks I get?
I can count on both my hands how many licks I hit
She can count on both her hands how many dicks she licked
I got my four-five on me and this bitch got kick
Talking all that killing shit, you niggas make me sick
Killed your homie in your face and you ain't do shit
You ain't sliding, you ain't riding, you ain't gon' shoot shit
I'm riding sixes with a redbone, bow-leg bitch
We take a nigga head off like you owe that shit
I hit the club with thirty thousand, I'ma throw that shit
You fuck with me, I get you murdered and you know that shit
I rob you for your watch and chain, nigga load that shit
My weed come straight from California, nigga blow that shit

Ayy, bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch
Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy
You with the shits, bitch
'Bout my bread I'll toast you
She suck suck me into a comma
Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders
She did exactly what I told her, ayy
'Cause she my bitch