b*tch lyrics

[Preview]

I just walked in with a shotty
Skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
I get a Glock boy like Carl
I’m f*cking that b*tch she calling me papi
She sucking my di*k

[Intro]
(Damn son, where’d you find this?)
Ayy Shaw I’m faded where the
(Yeah) (Jank)
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[Verse 1]

Ayy ayy (yeah)
I just walked in with a shotty
Skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
I get a Glock boy like Carl
I’m f*cking that b*tch she calling me papi
She sucking my di*k and she know that I’m poppin
But I’ve been jankin more than rodrick
I run to the bag they calling me sonic
I get that stick like I’m going wild
Man f*ck that talking I run up some commas
That boy got some money these n*ggas be funny
Up in the two ford now he running
I hop in the two dawg get to dumping
I figure n*ggas be b*tches, period
She act like hoe it must the time of the month
I don’t give a f*ck point it beer black eye blinging
And Shawty she suck she swallow my semen
I pull up and bust leave them on the cement
b*tch I’m in the hood I’m in the flat
I had to move the v a
Man f*ck all these n*ggas these n*ggas be gay
If that n*gga talking pop out with the k
I’m f*cking that b*tch and I nut on her face
Pull up in the foreign had to do the race
[Verse 2]

Pockets fat than a b*tch
I just like saying b*tch
You’s a
Fat than a b*tch
I just like saying b*tch
Use a big stick
Hop out with a big clip
All this crap this ain’t biskids
I got racks you’s a dipsh*t
And my shooters don’t miss sh*t
How you got a stendo clip but still ain’t hit sh*t?
That means you ain’t in the field
I swear these n*ggas ain’t real
I pull up and shoot like Barnaby Bill
If he get the pus*y then he get killed
Like boy that cap ain’t my style
Pull up with the strap and we get wild
b*tch I get a Mac he gun him down
If that n*gga up we run him down
Gimme that sh*t lil b*tch
Gimme that b*tch lil b*tch
Gimme that stick lil b*tch
Imma take your b*tch lil b*tch
I hop in the trap I bussin the uzi
I’m gripping that b*tch I’m gripping my toolie
I hang with the goons we young rooly
That n*gga high like kooly
All of the bloods I’m boolin
6ix9ine my n*ggas they stupid
Tote guns my n*ggas they ruthless
b*tch you red/rare like roofus
You ain’t moving packs you a doofus
But she give me brain and I leave her clueless
We smokin that gas my n*ggas they zooted
We up in his house my n*ggas they lootin
Well that n*gga tight/type but he won’t meet
Pull up with the pipe and CTRL ATL DELETE
[Verse 3]

f*ck do you need my n*gga
b*tch I’m the plug I got it all
And what do you see my n*gga
I don’t know but I see a whole lot of b*tches
I see a whole lot of b*tches
I see a whole lot of riches
I see a whole lot of gun
I see a whole lot of funds
My n*ggas they do they want
Ayy f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
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