Tolerate lyrics

[Hook x2]
We don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't, we don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't, we don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't, we don't tolerate b*tch-ness
We don't tolerate b*tch-ness
Sneak diss, bad for your fitness, you better

[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
Up the jock on a n*gga, make him back up
I'm just a young n*gga trying to get my sack up
She want a sip of the lean, wanna act up
You can play it smart or get clapped up
I got spoon in the cut, load the mac up
Do a drill, peal off in the Straight 8
You can get erased, n*gga we don't play it safe
We droppin rakes, b*tch meet my n*gga face
He done smoked a couple n*ggas, he'll beat the case
Don't f*ck around kid, these n*ggas jakes
It's just b*tch-ness, all these n*ggas fakes
A lot of b*tch sh*t, all these n*ggas ways
In the trap, I ain't ate, sleep sh*t in days
I don't really give a f*ck cuz I'm getting paid
Bad b*tch, I'm [?] like braids
I be posted by the store, you can ask Ray
Smoke a n*gga, put him out like an ashtray
Pretty b*tch, f*ck me good on a bad day
Wrong n*ggas be fake, they'll sneak hate
But acting like its all good in a mad way
I don't trip, I just hit him with the "Laugh" face
The "f*ck Y'all n*ggas I'mma Cash" face
You can find me first place in a bag race
Cuz I ain't getting caught lacking in the last place
And we don't tolerate b*tch-ness
Sneak diss, bad for your fitness, you better get this
Hit your block up, leave no witness
25 shots that's Christmas
Got a handful of n*ggas on hitlist
I made this here for the b*tches, and the snitches, and the lames
L'A Gang, b*tch!
[Hook x2]