Bitch
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grr, yeah, uh
I'm breaking these niggas, we pop 'em like Kit Kat
Ain't with the shit-talking, I ain't with the chit-chat
Upping the pole, put the Glock where his hip at
We wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag
All of my niggas, we ain't with the talking
You speak on my name, know that come with a coffin
Every day shooting, ain't missing my target
We picking and painting your body, no caution
Bitch, bitch
Yeah, yeah

I got the heat with the money like mayo
She wanna fuck 'cause I got me them pesos
Back it up, bitch, better do what I say so
Throw that ass back on my dick like a halo
Opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low
Shoot their ass up, wet 'em up like a Faygo, bitch
Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up
No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked
Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action
Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch
Shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut
Fuck on that bitch, got my dick in her guts
Niggas be talking until they get busted
Roll down the wood, smoke him up like a Dutch
Everybody up on my dick with the same shit
Stop all that capping and that with that gang shit
You niggas lame, you can't hang with the gang, bitch
Shoot at your face with the Glock, bitch, it's aimless
Bitch, ain't no amateur, know that I'm shooting
Balling since a jit, a Nba hooper
Young nigga ball till I fall like I'm Future
All that it take is one call, I'ma do ya
Look in my eyes, you gon' die, what you preaching?
Catch up the clout, I got money for features
Chasing a bag, I do that every season
Niggas be hating, I don't know the reason
Portray what they faking, they cap on the internet
Speak on the internet, bitch, you is into that
You niggas cap, you could never admit to that
I got a slip to the clip, put an end to that
Making him dance, bitches do the bachata
Pooping his pants, yeah, that nigga a toddler
Sending your mans to the sky with this chopper
Making it slow, make him sing like an Oscar
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah

She wanna fuck with the gang, yeah
Told that bitch give me brain, yeah
She wanna bang, bang, bang
Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up
No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked
Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action
Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping
Shoot at your ass with designer, it's fashion
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Yeah, Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
Bitch