(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
He a dummy ride around with his top down
Noodle pack on the dash boy you know you cant come around ahhhh
He a dummy tho
Peel his cap back, Apache, make his brain show
211 bitch you should know how the game go
You the type of bitch hands up let ya chain go
Apply pressure they gonna crack when the flames show
Bitch all on my dick, I let her f*ck if the checks shows
Took a L, bounced back about a hunnit fold
Boy you took a L got you wondering where your patna gone
In a ditch and the body start to decompose
When its hammer time we gonna show you how to stay composed
Boy I got the plan time to make it unfold
The light show around my neck make that room turn cold
Bullet smoke still comin from the hollows
Why I got your bitch on her knees tryna swallow
Ruthless , tell Chicago that I'm back on my Bulls shit
Facef*ck a bitch down till she toothless
Guess they mad that we gettin all these blue strips
Tell em Lace that bitch up if the shoe fit
Smile let em hate when the jewels hit
Boy I leave your bitch sick like its Lupus
But she still gonna blow me like mucous
Now thats ludacris eughhhh
Snakes in your circle like Judas
Pull that strap out watch it bounce when the duece duece hit
Double backed on the lick it took two trips
Let an extra 16 off just to hear the acoustics
All aboard, guess im captain of the cruiseship
Since erybody wanna ride the waves of my music
Knock his ass off his high horse like hubris
Your bitch all up me like gluesticks eughhhh
Pour a drink for the kid, we dont blink in this bitch
Feelin royal, crown me, im the king of the hill
Nah the king of this shit, they gonna bleed in this bitch
They gonna see hollowtips when we movin thru the field ahhh
Pour a drink for the kid, we dont blink in this bitch
Feelin royal, crown me, im the king of the hill
Nah the king of this shit, they gonna bleed in this bitch
They gonna FEEL hollowtips when we movin thru the field ahhh