The b*tch Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
f*ck a job I never had one
f*ck a b*tch like I ain't have one, ayy
Man that .30 need a magnum
I'm lettin' it go, I'm doin' damage
You's a liar, you don't love me
Pour a four of Wockhardt in a bubbly
I'm turning hard in the rental
Hey, I'm going hard in the dental
I ain't like none of you n*ggas
Better get running you n*ggas, ayy, uh
I'ma hit one of you n*ggas
Pow, pow, man, who laughing now?
Ow, ow, the mother of your child
Oh, oh, man, I di*k her down
And I like her style, I think I keep her round, sike, uh
You's a parasite, I f*ck a pair of dykes
I'm in paradise, I'm sipping on the lean like I got laryngitis
And we really eating, man I got the itis hey
Everything I touch it turn to gold like the Midas
f*ck your b*tch I be delighted
I was baggin' Ducko 'til the n*gga got indicted
You acting like ya ho you so excited
Roll the dope, ayy, light it
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
Ayy, how'd it make you feel?
A real stretcher make a n*gga steal
n*gga run his mouth he get a n*gga killed
I already ate, but I still want a meal
Jugg, finesse, I run off on the deal
I beat a n*gga ass like his parents will
This Tesla got me rolling like a ferris wheel
And this is not a dream I am dead for real
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch