b*tchmade lyrics

[Intro: Richie Stackin]
Stitches, we gon' have to get 'em, these boys b*tch made, Richie Stackin and Stitches, Florida boys in the house, we killin' all you b*tch made, they hatin', man, keep stack

[Hook: Stitches]
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
pus*y, you is a pus*y
When you walk by me, I smell some pus*y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f*ck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'

[Verse 1: Richie Stackin]
Ain't nothin' but a bunch of b*tches
I'm chillin' with my dog Stitches
We in the Rolls Royce talkin' business
Bunch of b*tches, takin' pictures
Brick in yo face, got em itchin'
El Cubano, flippin' chickens
Talk sh*t, leave ya ass missin'
Bring the whole toast, bring the whole kitchen
Florida boy got ammunition
Bustin' out that expedition
Lil mama send a text message
I told the b*tch, hold on a second
Hundred carats all in my necklace
Got my codeine straight from Texas
Three blunts, that's just for breakfast
Weed game, I'm well connected
Got a condo with a fish tank
Yo boy got that big bank
I'm all about my Ben Frank's
Blowin' up, Hussein
Shoot down ya plane like Ukraine
You b*tch made, what you sayin'?
I ride the track like two trains
My dog love sellin' cocaine
(I LOVE SELLIN' BLOW!!!!!!!!!)
[Hook: Stitches]
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
pus*y, you is a pus*y
When you walk by me, I smell some pus*y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f*ck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'

[Verse 2: Stitches]
My best friend is my strap, f*ck with me and you get clapped
My name is Stitches, you know that, I sell cocaine and crack
My name be up in the stats, cocaine fly through the map
My name should be "Crack", yo re-rock is wack
I'm in love with cocaine (Straight up!)
I'm in love with my rifle (And I'll shoot you!)
They say, "That boy Stitches a psycho"
My b*tches naked when they baggin' up
Ain't no hoes gon' steal from us
TMI Gang, my family, all my n*ggas will die for me
I supply cocaine in the streets, and I merk these beats

[Hook: Stitches]
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b*tch made, talkin' sh*t behind my back
You b*tch made, you gon' talk to my strap
pus*y, you is a pus*y
When you walk by me, I smell some pus*y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f*ck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'