​b*tch im joe biden lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, where's Rolo?)

[Verse]
I heard your music, that sh*t hella trash
I'm not talkin' 'bout Bandicoot, we finna crash
Compare and contrast my music and y'all n*ggas rappin' that bullsh*t
I ride with a Drac' and that b*tch got a full clip
Gang in this b*tch and my lil' n*gga cook sh*t
f*ck school, n*gga, I ain't reading no book, b*tch
I swear to God that that kitty be fishy, that sh*t need a hook, b*tch
I'm finna pull off in that Lamborghini
Damn, I'm rich as a b*tch, eating fettuccine
I feel like Lil Nas X, no damn panini
Heard you wanna be best, you cannot beat me
Smoking on motherf*ckin' gas, my face is boozy
White plug and that n*gga said, "Take it easy"
AR-15 on me, but he ain't believe me
You said that you got a challenge, but n*gga, you really just make it easy
(Oh, sh*t) I had to catch my breath
I'm finna slide on your block with a MAC-elev'
I keep a TEC on me just like I hacked a ref
Hack a ref, you better back it up
This not a hot girl summer, b*tch, you actin' up
You said you better than me, n*gga, that's enough
Look at my numbers, n*gga, I'm too good at this rappin' stuff
These n*ggas b*tches, I can't even cap wit yo' ass
I'ma hit, then I'm passing it fast
If you think that I'm lackin', b*tch, you really cappin' on that
n*gga, we got the straps in the bag
And yvngxchris in this b*tch and I can't even lack on the track
Got a b*tch, she attackin' my sack
And I'm pushin' a Benz, but the traffic is bad
We gon' murder your dad, leave that boy like the pad (On God)
On God, on God, I'ma leave that n*gga so bloody
Ex b*tch hit me, told her n*gga that she don't love me
Haha, stupid b*tch, what the f*ck so funny?
That n*gga hating, but I bet your ho love me
That n*gga broke as f*ck, he gettin' no money
I beat the sh*t out a n*gga like he stole from me
Who the f*ck is this n*gga? He a nobody
Kill her vagina, n*gga, I got four bodies
Smokin' the bullsh*t, my n*gga, where the f*ck you at, boy?
Yeah, he ain't got a gun or a strap, boy
Pull up on a n*gga, mask on, like Catboy
"Dude, that's f*cking rad," he a frat boy
Take that lil' boy to the ICU
And I peep that you hidin', boy, I see you
n*ggas love Chris, you ain't gotta lie to me too
b*tch, I ate the cat like some Chinese food, lil' b*tch, ayy
[Outro]
Lil' b*tch, ayy, lil' b*tch, ayy, lil' b*tch
Okay, lil' b*tch, okay, lil' b*tch
Okay, lil' b*tch, okay, lil' b*tch, haha