Bitches

Bitch

It's the five-nine taper phase sideline Laker game

High time save a page they already know the name

Doms in this bitch I mean it's real shit taking place

Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav

Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch

Hodgy bout to barf logs

I be spitting fire camping making s'mores

My flow be tramping like you whores

I'm suicidal f**k the door

I'm and if but and or

Bitch what the f**k is you talking bout

If you aingt getting no money huh

Broke niggas is talking loud

I swear you niggas is funny bruh

We what the f**k is up 2012 clutch as f**k

Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup

Old school vizzans rhyme ambidextrous

I switch hands five o'clock when your bitch lands by six

She will be quicksand

Who better than the next nigga this man

Pockets swell up like a sick gland

Killing your whole ambition

Bitch

My hat says high cause that's exactly how I feel bitch

All I need is green grass and gold on my real bitch

Watch me get it nigga I'ma sell it real quick

Hodgy drew the master plan and domo hit the kill switch

I'm young fellow guy peddle by repping MellowHigh

Girlfriend never settles why too busy in the meadows high

Out to Dena I'm fresh like I'm out the cleaners

Hardwood like an angry beaver

I'm nuts like my f**king t-shirt

Get it

A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal

She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals

Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews

I let her snooze and dream

Cause none of them wishes tangible

I'm balling like Benjamin it's all about the Benjamins

That's why people acknowledge me and

I aingt even friends with them

Call a ho then stall a ho I'm also dope across the rope

Catch my fate I bang grenades

And beat your face 'til it's off your throat

Please shut the f**k up let me put this shit to sleep

The shit he speak got him all antsy

Like it's Christmas week

Silly me riding

With several bitches with slim physiques

And I'm tryna see lights

Cameras action like Mr. Cheeks

Army fatigue bake boxes for the league

No ghetto barrettes and weaves down

To the sleeve for the fees

If packaged she'll be petite

Know how to roll up my weed

Her doing's doing the deed

And she don't really need shit

They asking Domo

Where you been They feel they got ditched

Just look for the influence I be under that bitch and

It's a headlock when it come to that grip

You aingt never met a motherf**ker done it that sick

I'm the best thing yet I'm the next thing best

I bet I'll mess with presets

And jet around all these vets

That don't know how to let go

This game is filled with a bunch

Of grey hair dead souls

Promise 90 retro ho

Hey y'all get out of he way cause I'm going AWOL

Bitch lay off the gas

That they giving your head tank dog

Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off

You either gotta win or go home bitch it's the playoffs

More luxurious that a throwback

With no low Jack no driver but it got doormats

Zero to sixty in like four flat

You know any nigga that own that

I aingt stunting I'm a younging me

And my niggas we be thugging

At our shows that we be bugging

Groupie loving and we buzzing

So meet me in the trap it's going down

MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown

Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition

We don't need y'all motherf**kers to stop and listen

Golf Wang bitch