In This b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Bang, bang, bang (All-All-All-All-All-All or Nothing)
L's
Chief Keef

[Chorus]
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch

[Verse 1]
b*tch n*gga we drill, forreal
So don't f*ck around and get killed
On probation but I'm still
Chasin' that bag till I get killed
Money be the medicine 'cause b*tch we need it
And those snitch n*ggas don't see it
Like Michael Jackson they ass can beat it
Hit a b*tch once then she know I'm leaving
And they say I'm hot, but b*tch I'm steamin'
On my di*k for no apparent reason
Taking off ain't what it's seemin'
God be tellin' me that I'm a demon
I be smoke be the color of lemon
That loud pack what I'm meaning
"I need money" what I'm screaming
And like kickstands b*tch I'm leaning
b*tch I go hard, can't f*ck with me
Yo baby momma know Chief Keef
And every time I come around
Yo baby momma, she see me
I like gettin' tree tree
Wit a bad b*tch named Keke
Tried to fight, you'll hear ping ping
This a drill b*tch, get hit ding ding
[Chorus]
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch

[Verse 2]
I'm a star in this b*tch
And I'm shootin' like a bast*rd
Shoutouts to my set
'Cause we so no backwards
See that money I look after
Leave these b*tches chasing after
I'ma pass her so I smash her then don't look that b*tch way after
f*ck a b*tch, I'm 'bout mula
I gotta lot of shooters
That's some shots at your medulla
If you flexin' like a ruler
So you better keep it cooler
Or you'll end up a [?]
Got [?] comin' sooner
Pass that to that n*gga b*tch
Gino got 'em, what's up
She already tellin' me she love me
b*tch shut the f*ck up
That b*tch got me f*cked up
For that money I be clockin'
Them bottles I be poppin'
You know there ain't no stoppin'
Shoutout Batman I be robbin'
[Chorus]
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch
What I demand in this b*tch
That loud got me lit
So b*tch get up off my di*k
'Cause I demand in this b*tch
Some bands in this b*tch