Lil Bitch (feat. Rowlaine)

I don't want the money, want a sad lil bitch I don't want problems, think I need that shit? If I had to kill ‘em, think he really bleed that quick? Think he had that shit, extendo clip Real killers Dealers Got me in my feelings Packin' up my Tommy, think I had another vision Think I had to get to crippin’ Think I had to get to pimpin’ Think I need a lil mention Think I seen a extension F-F-F-F-F that lil bitch Cummin’ down her pants, I ain’t mad lil bitch If I knock you in your mouth, would you run lil bitch? Would you pop off, trippin’ out your ass lil bitch? Trippin’ off the bag, with the mag Got the Mac, in the back Of the cab With the scope, at you head Leave you brain dead, thinkin’ ‘bout the things that you said Now I’m sittin at your grave, with your maid Let her pay I don’t play When I’m chillin with your babe While she give me dumb brain In the same damn cab I ripped your soul from the page Told you not to f*ck around with the bool, lil bitch Think we cool, lil bitch? We at school, lil bitch That’s just me tryna f*ck up all the rules, lil bitch Yuh, yuh, yuh How the f*ck you gone front up on the gang that’s dangerous? Now you got a whole lot of moola on your name bitch Rich, bitch, no-tice I don’t want your pussy, I just came here for the bonus If u wanna drop, I’m gone leave you on the floor bitch Toein’ through the alley while I’m whippin up some coke bitch Workin off the clock, so my name go un-noticed JJ got a whole lot of money on his focus Thinkin’ that I’m jokin’? Let em get the doses I’m your diagnosis Uh Bury me in the fuckin’ ground with my idols When Rowlaine died, I was born now I’m psycho I’m a killer with the vitals Wish on your bible Now you on your knees Prayin’, where the f*ck cosmo? When the f*ck a nigga ‘bout the gang? Ridin’ for the fame North side nigga with the crank Let me tell you ‘bout a talk that I had with a saint In my car, rip my soul, through my back, down the sink Now I think, every night ‘Bout my fate, ‘bout my state, of my mind On that motherfuckin’ date And I think about my queen in my vision everyday Nonchalant when I’m buzzin’ off the dank Double fuckin' one, that's the life that I take Why them niggas thought I’ma joke? Why them niggas thought I’m fake? When I’m killin all these niggas, with a cloak, at the raid When I’m chillin on my porch, you gone wait at the gate Aye, mane Rowlaine buzzin' out Geo got the lazer and it’s aimin' out your mouth All my niggas in the map And my shooters never doubt Your a angel, you took flight Now your talkin' to the clouds Pow Your a poser, you just want clout I'ma smoke it, out loud All them bitches on the ground Your nigga gettin' shot down What comes around goes around My vision covers any ground I'ma simple nigga Simple turn your smile to a frown Blacked out smilin', IG wildin' Smokin' in the cab that motherfucker died in If I seen a fine ass, know a motherfucker slide in Know a bitch cum fast, then I leave her pussy cryin' That’s me, your doctor Geo fuckin' Proffa Leave the scene undead with the choppa hidden on em Like I wasn’t even prowlin' No cap, not snitchin' These rats, these bitches Can’t lack, pussy pimpin'