I Miss My b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
My b*tch
Where's my b*tch?
Damn, I miss my b*tch
Where is my b*tch?
I miss my b*tch
Where is my b*tch?
Okay
(Roc that sh*t the f*ck out, Hari)

[Verse]
It's 4 a.m., I'm up thinkin' 'bout my b*tch
I want my di*k sucked
I want my di*k wet
Where my b*tch at?
She gettin' hit right now?
Nah, let me hit her jack right now
Nah, f*ck that ho
Might call up another b*tch
Huh, I don't give a f*ck 'bout that bad b*tch
But I can't f*ck with no average b*tch (But I can't f*ck with no ho below like a seven or an eight, I mean an eight)
Huh, damn, I miss my b*tch
Huh, damn, I miss my b*tch
I know she miss me too 'cause I be droppin' di*k
And she catch a fit when I ain't droppin' di*k
So I gotta pull up on that ho and drop some di*k
I miss my b*tch, yeah
I miss my b*tch, yeah
I miss my b*tch, yeah
I miss my b*tch, yeah
I miss my b*tch
Glock 26
I miss my b*tch
I miss my b*tch, Glock 26
Glock 30 with the—
n*gga coughin' on the track and sh*t, my fault
But I'm right back in
Let me go back in
Glock with thе 30
And I got that MAC-10
And I'm ready to hit a n*gga ass up, hit him with the MAC-Gen
I'on know what thе f*ck a MAC-Gen is, but we done made it up
n*gga, damn, lil' Tony f*ckin' made it, bruh
n*gga, they thought I wouldn't make it, bruh
Now I f*ckin' made it, bruh
Pull up on his ass, sent his ass to Satan, bruh
Thought his ass was a demon, huh?
'Til I showed him Haitian, bruh
Did his—, nah, I ain't even gon' say it
Shout out to the Haitians, I f*ck with the Haitians
f*ck with the Haitians
Yeah, if it's smoke, then it's smoke, n*gga, let's choke
Wait, nah, f*ck n*gga, don't choke
Pull up on his ass smoke, bow
Did his ass like a poke
Dead n*gga (Dead b*tch)
Haha
[Outro]
Shout out that boy Hariroc for making this beat
Man, this just a lil' freestyle, havin' fun, man
I miss my b*tch, you know what I'm sayin', man?
You is a whole b*tch
(Roc that sh*t the f*ck out, Hari)
I'm just playin', I miss you, bae
Bow
Damn, I miss my b*tch, I know she miss me too
'Cause guess what?, I be pullin' up droppin' di*k, and now I'm rich
n*gga, I'm out in Buckhead eatin' Hawaiian rolls with the bros
In my spot like a f*ckin' Bnb or some sh*t
Like, but not the type
That you know like you book the Bnb and that sh*t like
It got a sink in the hallway and sh*t, like
Like sh*t like that, like
The real one
I'm talkin' 'bout the real, we really livin' like my spot got a keyboard, key-pass, passco—
I don't even got no key, I got a passcode
f*ck n*gga
Yeah