Bitch Yeah

歌詞

(Timmy Da HitMan) Huh, what? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What's crackin'? What? (What?) Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch Yeah, that my blood (That my blood), I got all Fives 'round this bitch These hoes wan' fuck, these niggas can't fuck with none of us in this bitch I'ma hit at your clique with the stick (Baow) Make me turn your lil' boys to a lick (A lick) I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone Too much swag, stylist come, I try on clothes inside of my home Put yo' bitch in VLone Bitch, play what you please long as you don't put no QC on Bitch, I make you bleed, ho Bitch, I know I bleed, ho Bang a red flag, big B, ho (Hell, yeah) Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah) Come on, suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit Come get it, got to whip it Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a thottie wit' a badass body I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper I might buy me a Maserati Shoot that drum at that bitch, it's a thottie 'Fore I give you my shit, you know I'ma pop it Bitch, give me yo' soul, give me yo' body Swag up, the bitch pop out for mama I get high in this bitch, on soul I'm so high in this bitch, I'm gone I might make her pack a nigga, bitch, come touch your toes Still'll make a R&B bitch come here and hand off her phone Give a fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone, yeah Bitch, get that phone, ho Huh, bitch, get that phone, yeah-yeah Huh, bitch, get that phone, ho Bitch, get that phone, oh yeah-yeah-yeah My brothers, they kick in that door (Yeah-yeah) I don't like that nigga, a ho (Yeah-yeah) I don't like that lil' boy's bitch I do not like my ho for to hear none of these songs Like when I breakin' her back to my songs Makin' these bitches take racks at home Clingy type of time you on Buy me clothes that fit me right I don't know who fuckin' side you on I just know that this wrong and they real right I ain't fuckin' on her at night I ain't put money on yo' head, that's right Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five You know slime could get this party hype Shootout, soon as I get outside Rudolph, beam on his nose and eyes Chew-out, which one gon' eat me right? Geeky, lil' geek, I'm higher than high, uh-huh I'm a geek, I been geeked and I'm higher than high, bitch I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online, bitch, yeah I can get out my words through this everytime (Bitch, yeah) Yeah, and this bitch is a geek without you on my side (Bitch, yeah) You not my slime, bitch, don't play with my money you know you might die (Bitch, yeah) I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah) I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah) I got more money than you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (Bitch, yeah) I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah) Know we make shit hype, pop out Rolls Royce, on back got switches (Bitch, yeah) I don't give no fuck 'bout who a star, I don't want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)