On They Neck (from "Bruised" soundtrack)

Bitch please

Bitch please
OG Parker

Hard when I step, know I'm stepping where they neck go
Flying private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talking crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bitch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (On God)

Dripped out like hot sauce
Playing, she can get pound on
Wild bitches with the top off
9, 10, we'll get you knocked off
Old hoes getting dropped off
They don't even meet the standards (Pussy)
New hoes getting tooked off
They don't even see the camera (Huh)
Hating on me, but they nigga not
I got a rollie now, I got a bigger box
Running to me, got the bigger clock
And ima bust it, then I got the bigger knots
Wondering if I should hit or not
Fuck your friend, I want the bigger thot
Balenci bag when I switch it out
'Cause I'ma spend it all and ima rent it out

Hard when I step, know I'm stepping where they neck go
Flying private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talking crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bitch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (On God)

Rocking, I'm rolling, don't do no patroling
I'm high off the blunt in the room
I got the shit with the ice and "hoe, it's fuck the price"
In this hoe ima stunt in this room
I need designer, turn up that Rihanna
I bought at the store and it comes with the shoes
All of these bitches be all up in my business
They taking the sauce and they ruin the tune
Ride L, vibe L, put them hoes in time out
Hoe, don't let me find out
All your niggas mine now
Draped out and dripped up
Nigga come and put your bitch up
Nigga, you gon' get your bitch fucked
Know I probably keep the shit tucked
I just went and spend 20 thousand on stilletos
Riding round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo
Inside peanuts butter, outside yellow
Been had all the drip, I'm not your bitch, I'll put that shit on

Hard when I step, know I'm stepping where they neck go
Flying private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talking crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bitch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (God)