b*tch lyrics

[Hook: Spacely]
Pull with the stick, b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch, b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch
Pull with the stick, b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch

[Verse 1: Spacely]
Flipping bags with these bands, in my pants with the mans
In the back with a grand, coulda ran with a plan
With my friends, in a Benz, Going crazy like the feds
Hunnid Bands hunnid Bands, lotta Bands, yea
Rollin' weed, hit a blunt
Getting T'd, where the cup
Better green, where the fun?
f*ck a feign, get a nut
Kick a teen in gut
Nicotine get a buzz
All my team get to bust
All my team get to bust

[Hook: Spacely]
Pull with the stick b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch
Pull with the stick b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch
[Verse 2: Atlas]
I go hard when I spit like my di*k in her mouth
Pull up quick knock you out, Got the stick got the clout
Got new b*tches ring my phone, Got your chick I bring her home
That's yo b*tch? I got her scones, Brand new whip like Post Malone
Uh
Race my foreign 'gainst your beater, Watch me floor it like a theater
b*tch I'm soarin', call me peter, And I'm boning, like a femur
Make her moan and I'mma leave her, Get the tone I get the cleaver
And she couldn't leave me lone cause b*tch I look like Justin Bieber

[Hook: Spacely]
Pull with the stick b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch
Pull with the stick b*tch
With my clique b*tch
Run up on your b*tch b*tch
With my di*k, b*tch