b*tch Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Ayy, b*tch, I told you already, I like hoes
The ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough
Ayy (b*tch)
Here, take these duffel bags and hit the road
It don't matter where we goin', I for surely got the pole, ayy
Nina Ross by my side, I know you remember
All the times when we went to slide and you was actin' like a (b*tch)
She be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my di*k
She a trick, that's why I can't really love no (b*tch)
Keep it playеr or just stay on the bench
OTM just came in hеre, some sh*t ain't gon' wanna miss
She was lookin' kinda average, turned her to a bad b*tch
Cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin', I came for the backend
Pippy, that's the 30 clip, I'm not the one to go against
Diamonds hittin', b*tch, you know the heavyweights is walkin' in
Come with me and bring your friend
I could get you any drug tonight
We f*ckin' up the club tonight, I snuck the F&N
Turn her up, I'm bossin' up, I'm pullin' up, I get sh*t done
Off the Mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones
Gave a hundred to a bum, I don't care, them just crumbs
Fried dough and BC Cooks punchin' on my lungs
Sippin' mud, we do this every day
My b*tch know I got hoes from LA to the Bay
Stay out the way, you n*ggas don't belong over here
Want blue strips out the b*tch, he wanna give her a kiss
Ayy, b*tch, bust this date and bring me the chip
She say she want a thug n*gga, but she hate when I be callin' her a b*tch
I ain't into playin' fig, but I'm still gettin' chicken
Sippin' Tristan, never slippin' on my pimpin', lil' b*tch
Spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain
See the lights hit the Duffy piece, Rami got me icy as a b*tch
Four-hundred-round drums, three Glocks with some switches
Lookin' for this one n*gga, he be hidin' like a b*tch
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
If you talk about money, b*tch, make it make sense
The way these n*ggas act like b*tches, we should throw you in a dress
My shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step
Talkin' on the trap and I might get a b*tch slapped
b*tch, know the name
Not Peso, it's Pesos with a S, so get it right
Still be kickin' it with members like I never touched a mic'
She don't never tell me "no", ain't gotta force the b*tch to bite
When n*ggas see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers
Let the E-40 slap out the coupe, I'm ghostridin'
One in a thousand-somethin' songs, ain't never had no ghostwriter
I told Rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds
Startin' to sound like a b*tch, I'm gettin' sick of n*ggas whinin'
Got a Carti on my wrist, it still be eating Top Ramen
There go the blade, b*tch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it
I see crash in the rear, it's 'bout that time I step on it
Don't try and talk to me if you ain't got a check for
Shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain't gotta check for me
Ain't no "I" in team, I keep a group full of bad b*tches
When it's time to go outside, let's slide, n*gga, don't be actin' like a—

[Outro: Blue Pesos]
n*gga
b*tch
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yeah, b*tch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah
Missing all your blessings
Mister, mister
That's why I can't, b*tch