Bitch, what, what, what?
Let the band play
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get back, Glizock
(Yeah) Uh, uh
(Fuck) Uh, uh, uh, uh
Trust that bitch? I don't trust that bitch
Fuck around there, dog?

Come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
Forty-five on my hip so don't think I'm a lick, dog
Don't try, gangnem turn your block into a fish fry
Yeah! Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitares, they too bright, yuh

I got too much pride, yeah, flexin' all the time
From the bottom, then I climbed, yeah, I came from nicks and dimes
Dark shades like I'm spyin', yeah, Versaces on my eyes
And I'm chillin' with some fine, but she ain't even mine

Come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
Forty-five on my hip so don't think I'm a lick, dog
Don't try, gangnem turn your block into a fish fry
Yeah! Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitares, they too bright, yuh

I got too much pride, bitch, I ain't never lie
Yeah, I heard money is time, so I spent some time to shine
Play with me, I seen ya fly, I drop bodies and not dimes
Yeah, my young niggas wild, make the opps throw in the towel
Yeah, gang run the town, ayy, you keep actin' crazy
Like PJ won't take it down, yuh, these Glocks ain't got safetys
Ain't no way we playin' 'round, nah, we just paper chasin'
If you ain't, then get from 'round me, I hope you understand

Come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
Forty-five on my hip so don't think I'm a lick, dog
Don't try, gangnem turn your block into a fish fry
Yeah! Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitares, they too bright, yuh
(I got too much pride, bitch)

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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey