b*tch lyrics

[Intro: db Tobie]
Big blicks
Big Crip

[Chorus: db Tobie]
pus*y keep it blunt
Everybody know I keep a gun, where you from?
Say the wrong thing and you get bussed'
Juvy scrap, and bop your head, leave a n*gga slumped
Free the guys, I can't wait, the kennel finally jumped
Sak off in the cut, Melly count the bucks, huh
We gon' spin a Benz just for talkin' on that boy
Crippin' but my slime brothers leave a n*gga shook
He don't want it now, I heard he runnin' now

[Verse 1: db Tobie]
Used to be a fighter but I'm dumpin' now, okay, huh
Runnin' up on me, I hope he change his mind
'Cause when it come to pressure, who gon' win it, you or mine?
We got glizzy's with them di*ks, you playin' do or die, okay
Big Crip, got them sticks all in the couch
Big smoke, b*tch we rollin' all the ounces
Do him bad, stand over and get to bouncin'
Got them sticks, so I pray I don't hear no sigh
Watch yo back, cause' most my n*ggas slime
We at your neck, like a pair of tennis diamonds
Swing a block, b*tch you know I like surprises
With them sticks, so I pray I don't hear no sigh
We gotta shoot it out, 'cause I ain't goin' out, okay
And I ain't tellin' crackers sh*t, they gotta find it out, okay
And I been rollin' like a b*tch, can't even settle down
And I don't know if it's the percy but I'm trippin' out
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Aye, aye, first n*gga, we all in his mouth
Used to have to hide the pistols at Melissa house
Yeah I'm talkin' bout Ma, yeah Melissa house
Now a n*gga got them M's in his bank account
'Member when we used to hit licks with fake guns
Then we went at hit a lick for some real guns
Free up, free the dawgs and free Juan, yeah
Diamonds water, had to drip, yeah like a pint
And we tryna get another band, another couple
If she f*ckin' on the crew she gotta f*ck my brothers
And I'm walkin' in your household, I'm tryna eat your supper
Pull up on you, Melly baby, slimy motherf*cker
Okay slime, slime, slime, get 'em, get 'em gone
Shawty wanna f*ck, 'cause she see me on patron
He all up on himself, he said he clutchin' and he with it
Pull up on that boy and get to bussin' at his titty (Pow)
Fitted, no pity for none of these lil' bitty b*tches
Melly baby bout action and he down to keep them riches
My n*gga creepin' through yo sh*t, he clickful, love them wrenches
Green and Slime for real, really grimy for real
Real gutter for real, Toby, that's my brother b*tch
Hundred round on the pistol, we totin' them cutters b*tch
Two draco's and some other f*ckin' pistols
We don't say nun, and we tryna get the system
And we got the pistol, we gon' aim it at the victim
Pop that b*tch, achoo, how the way we sick him
Pop at you, you f*ck with me then forget you
Hop back to you b*tch place, you get murked
[Chorus: db Tobie]
pus*y keep it blunt
Everybody know I keep a gun, where you from?
Say the wrong thing and you get bussed'
Juvy scrap, and bop your head, leave a n*gga slumped
Free the guys, I can't wait, the kennel finally jumped
Sak off in the cut, Melly count the bucks, huh
We gon' spin a Benz just for talkin' on that boy
Crippin' but my slime brothers leave a n*gga shook
He don't want it now, I heard he runnin' now

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Uh, b*tch, huh, pull up, pull up, pus*y n*gga with this stick
All these freaky b*tches rip it, ain't no di*k pics
So we call that hoe a frost stick her tongue out on the lick
I got bricks, in the mini ship, wildin' with them jits
I don't care, about nothing b*tch, they shoot for me too
OMG, who the f*ck is you, who the f*ck is he?
It lil' Melly from the 772, a galaxy
It ain't nothing, we bout to go and get the racks b*tch
Two freaky b*tches kissin' on me and they lesbian
I made that b*tch f*ck on me and all of my whodie
My good partner and my slime, we bleedin' you n*ggas slowly
Slatt, slap, stop the b*tches 'fore we poke you
Hop, out with sticks and then we rope you
With the yellow tape, b*tch
We ain't playing with these n*ggas, we got hella Dracs, b*tch
You know what? What you mean, yeah I'm hella straight, b*tch
Put this pistol that I got, man it's hella gay, b*tch
We ain't playin' with you n*ggas, don't you play with me jit
'Cause this .40 got a di*k and I'm aimin' at your rib
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