Bunny Girl Lyrics

Like, woah

I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

All these thotties on my line 'cause they wanna be my mistress

Pull up, two glocks, and they both got switches

And yo bitch got all my songs on her playlist, with no misses

Pull up in a new droptop

Bring it back, don't stop

If a fucker wanna talk, you get smoked like a bong

We gon' light 'em like a match lil' bitch, and thats facts

I be getting to the bag, you still takin' out the trash

Like, woah

I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

All these thotties on my line 'cause they wanna be my mistress

Pull up, two glocks, and they both got switches

And yo bitch got all my songs on her playlist, with no misses

Pull up in a new droptop

Bring it back, don't stop

If a fucker wanna talk, you get smoked like a bong

We gon' light 'em like a match lil' bitch, and thats facts

I be getting to the bag, you still takin' out the trash

I ain't even boutta lie, I think that she got me nervous

I be getting hella bitches, I don't do this shit on purpose

Said, that bitch just like a waitress, gave her tip, she give me service

I be gettin' all the racks while you broke, yo pockets hurtin'

Talkin' thick thotties on my dick

Two shotties and a blick

Two shots to his head, it'll take 'em out quick

I'ma pull up with that stick

I don't ever use fists

Headshot, now you dead

I don't ever fucking miss

That lil' bitch, she throw it back

And you know she on my lap

Shawty bad and thats a fact

I ain't even gotta cap

Said he 'bout it, but he lack

Got a choppa and a mac

I'ma pull up with that strap

Up the choppa, let it blast (blast)

Like, woah

I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

All these thotties on my line 'cause they wanna be my mistress

Pull up, two glocks, and they both got switches

And yo bitch got all my songs on her playlist, with no misses

Pull up in a new droptop

Bring it back, don't stop

If a fucker wanna talk, you get smoked like a bong

We gon' light 'em like a match lil' bitch, and thats facts

I be getting to the bag, you still takin' out the trash

Like, woah

I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

All these thotties on my line 'cause they wanna be my mistress

Pull up, two glocks, and they both got switches

And yo bitch got all my songs on her playlist, with no misses

Pull up in a new droptop

Bring it back, don't stop

If a fucker wanna talk, you get smoked like a bong

We gon' light 'em like a match lil' bitch, and thats facts

I be getting to the bag, you still takin' out the trash