C?DD - BITCH PLZ Lyrics

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 motherf*cking 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