I GOT b*tchES BUT NOT REALLY lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse]
Foreign shawty pull up on me at the art show
It was first sight I fell in love with an art hoe
Smoking Newport's, menthols, doing narcos
And she got cake got bank like Wells Fargo
Met her in LA then I took her to the bay
We went to the cookie store cause that's where I cop the dank
All I smoke is medical my girl roll up in the cut
This a two player game n*gga you can't hit the blunt
Twin Glocks his and hers
Used to trap out in the burbs
Man don't let that weeb sh*t fool you
You'll get f*cked up by a nerd
Damn these b*tches got some nerve
Kick that b*tch right to the curb
Cause that hoe get on my nerve
But that head game so absurd
Swagged out to the teeth
Make your b*tch drop to her knees
Yea I made her hit the floor
Like my name was Lil B
Sacrifice your b*tch to me
Gold chains like Mr. T
A B Your girl C me shinning
Imma give that b*tch the D
Yea you know how i do
b*tch I'm rare like Ancient Mew
I don't think your name is Steven n*gga
You ain't got a clue
On Skype f*cking with my E girl
Tell her come thru I make her feet curl
I might have to hit up Space Dolphin
Get the b*tch wet call that Sea World
[Outro]
Good job soldier
Excellent work
I see you out there
You reppin the b*tch
And your respecting the b*tch
Wonderful job
The based god would be proud of you
He would
Thank you
Thank you for your service
I got b*tches