Give It To Me

Give it to me, gimme that Funk, that sweet, that nasty That gushy stuff C'mon alright (XclusiveMadeThis) c'mon Make the bitch gimme everything Make her bring it here Walk all on yo dead ass brother Think it been a year Early morning at the gate But ain' nobody here Tryna' pull da move he finna die I feel it in my spirit (I feel it in my stomach) I'm in this bitch punchin' in I'm jus freestylin' I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes I get free Nikes I was sick off perc for two weeks I'm finna detox it (I was in a coma) Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic Quick to cut it to the bitch I'm not your baby daddy Build the bitch from the ground up I feel like Handy Manny I just made twenty-two songs cuz I just popped an Addy I'm tryna bang it out for fun I jus dropped the Addy I just spent eight thousand Dollars on a chocolate On the road for twenty-eight days Wit' a chocolate girl E-40, Stevenson, I feel like Mr earl I don't wanna know yo' name I wanna touch yo pearl I don't wanna know yo' name I wanna touch yo coochie Bitch my name Bckdoe, call me Mr Bitch took her Yeezy slide off Feet smell like dookie I'ma pull da move on any nigga Think they finna shoot me (ahh ah ah ahh) I'ma pull da move on any nigga Think they finna pop me Put them in his head Look like Dennis Rodman Tried to set me up the other day You is not my patna' You are not an angry african You are not no rasta Make the bitch gimme everything Make her bring it here Walk all on yo dead ass brother Think it been a year Early morning at the gate But ain' nobody here Tryna' pull da move he finna die I feel it in my spirit (I feel it in my stomach) I'm in this bitch punchin' in I'm jus freestylin' I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes I get free Nikes I was sick off perc for two weeks I'm finna detox it Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic Bitch my iPhone But she ain' got no chicken Niggas tried to slide but didn't score That is not no mission I was finna break this bitch down Coot smell like Chitterlings Bitch I feel like Lil Who don't got no bitches? I was finna rob my weed man But it was wrong of me I don't wanna drive to Oklahoma But that shit 'long to me I need about fifteen hun' on The phone wit me You need about fifteen guns Wanna fonk wit me Whole bity mad I passed them Niggas up in seven months I was young bouncin' out wit guns They wouldn't sell me nuttin' My nigga told me stop poppin them percs Bitch don't tell my nuttin' I sold the bitch the same exact dream She can't sell me nuttin' Make the bitch gimme everything Make her bring it here Walk all on yo dead ass brother Think it been a year Early morning at the gate But ain' nobody here Tryna' pull da move he finna die I feel it in my spirit (I feel it in my stomach) I'm in this bitch punchin' in I'm jus freestylin' I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes I get free Nikes I was sick off perc for two weeks I'm finna detox it (I was in a coma) Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic Make the bitch gimme everything Make her bring it here Walk all on yo dead ass brother Think it been a year Early morning at the gate But ain' nobody here Tryna' pull da move he finna die I feel it in my spirit I'm in this bitch punchin' in I'm jus freestylin' I got a bitch that swipe and steal clothes I get free Nikes I was sick off perc for two weeks I'm finna detox it Bitch wanna argue all day, but I am not toxic