Bonnie N Clyde (verses) lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Martin]
See I be on some other sh*t
Like f*ck your dead mother sh*t
Disrespect ya whole character
Call you by your government
I dont know what these b*tches think
You ugly and ya pus*y stink
Ya whole flow is borrowed
Stole everything but the kitchen sink
See you just mad b*tch
And you suck mad di*k
My sh*t is fire I does my own adlib
With no practice
I spits backwards backwards I spits
I practice; no atlas
And n*ggas should call you frying pan
Your face is like a frying pan
And n*ggas throw they meat in you
You burn em like a frying pan
I ain't lying man
See yall dont really want it
I got these b*tches Scared To Death
They Know The Album Coming

Yeap See Slate
This Is Why I Told You
I Can Not Do Mixedtapes
I Just Be Talkin f*ckin Reckless
Its Crazy
[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
And I Ain't Gotta Force It
My sh*t Come Natural
You Dont Want Me On Every Mixtape
As If I Was Papoose
Exposing All Your Skeletons
Straight Getting At you
Tellin Everybody Imma f*ck You Up
When I Catch You
No What Im Talkin Bout
Im What A Thug About
Tella n*gga Im Frontin So The Squad Can sl*t em' Out
My Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out
Then Come Back With Some Different sh*t
Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My sh*t
Im That b*tch And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me
Yall b*tches Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately

Im Talkin Like f*ckin Last Year Like Last Decade
(Hahahahaha)