BITCH PLZ

I'm too faded, I don't know what I'm doin In a SRT, you know we be cruisin Please come get your little hoe, cause she choosin Nigga got a fye, but he cannot use it These niggas pussies, I don't like how they Movin Got a turret and that shit get to booming Call me King David, like the way that she move it Posted at the function, you know we too lit Huh, All these bars that I spit, it's a blessing Saw him in public, then we got to pressing These niggas ain't worryin' yet, me, I ain't stressin Like a quiz, nigga, who is you testin I'm not a teacher, but I gave him a lesson I'm so gone, I start switchin' dimensions Hit a lil' bitch with a Smith & Wesson We tippy-toe at em, chopper gon' blow at em, we killed another damn opp again Shot his whole hood up, then roll me a wood up, you know we never finna stop spinnin' With my niggas, and you know we stay winnin She suckin' on me, and that bitch get to spittin' Hit him in his knee, that nigga start limpin He tried to fight me, now all his blood drippin' Breakin' her back in He talkin' shit, then we bringin' that mac in Like Amazon, bitch you know that I'm packin' Smokin' this gas, you know that it's smackin Huh, huh, big ass choppa with a drum, drum Yes, I do this shit for fun, fun Play me and that bitch go grraauuhh grraauhh Like I'm X, I love it when they run, run Like a pitch hit a bitch with a home run Bitch, I'm way too hot like the damn sun And a real ass nigga, bitch I am one Got a bad ass bitch with her nails done Niggas always talk shit, but don't do nothin Got a brand of new clip with a new gun And a big ass chop weigh a whole ton Bullets went through his skull, only took one Pussy niggas always fakin He talkin' tough then, we sendin' his ass straight to Satan I'm number one in the makin Chop hella hot like a oven, we left that boy Bakeing The Bands is what I'ma marry These niggas be actin' too fake, call them hoes Tyler Perry Run up on me, get popped like a cherry They better not play with a nigga, cause shit can get scary Bitch, please get the f*ck off my phone Put that boy on the post, and I ain't talkin No goddamn Malone 223's finna bust at your dome And I slaughter the coochie, all she do is scream and just moan I don't like you lil' bitch, watch your tone I ain't here for the love, no lie, bitch I'm just tryna bone That bitch stuck to me like some cologne Bitch, I ball like Kuroko I promise that I'm in the zone In the zone Oh, wait, smokin' that strong and this shit made em faint Feel like LeBron the way I'm in the paint You know Ceddi the best cause there is no debate Call me Tony T, cause I'm feelin' really great I'ma blow up if I keep snappin' at this rate Finna hop on the grind, and I ain't talkin' skate And the chop bust far It made him jump the gate Huh, I'm the one they hate I'm the real too G like my name Andrew Tate You is not like me, cause we got different traits If that boy wanna play, send his ass to the gates Gotta give it some time, I know greatest awaits Said we four guns but we really had eight Like a motherfucking Barbie, you niggas is fake Can't f*ck with these niggas, they snakes I'm too faded, I don't know what I'm doin In a SRT, you know we be cruisin Please come get your little hoe, cause she choosin Nigga got a fye, but he cannot use it These niggas pussies, I don't like how they Movin Got a turret and that shit get to booming Call me King David, like the way that she move it Posted at the function, you know we too lit