In This Bitch Lyrics

Fuck a flashlight, record this with the lights on

Local white boy made a ten off an IPhone

Fuck a high point I got Glock with my ice on

Long nose FN looking like a python

Hit him on his head and now he needa fucking neck brace

Money what I'm in I'm always looking for a check race

Where the fuck he go yea Im tryna get my update

Come and buy a zip this shit is sticky like some duct tape

Hit em on the low and now they really tryna pump fake

And if you needa sack you can hit me because I'm up late

All white fazos on my feet or some dub treyz

And you ain't needa pause it I can do this shit in one take


Don't be in the nine cuz ain't nobody really fuck with you

I'm Always fucking winning cuz my name starting with a double you

If I touch a stack the thing I do is go and double it

I say what I say with my chest and I ain't mumble it

Money is in this bitch

I came to fuck it up

You know what it is

You can't fuck with us

Money is in this bitch

I came to fuck it up

You know what it is

You can't fuck with us

Money is in this bitch

I came to fuck it up

You know what it is

You can't fuck with us

Yes I'm in this bitch and I came to just fuck it up

Put them guns down homie we can really chunk it up

Five-Oh sat my homie down and got em bunking up

Nine-Oh check the sco you sat mine down but your homie still need you to pick him up

Corner stores, stick em up

Lotta blow, snort it up

I'm like no cuz ima thug

You a hoe on my blood

You a hoe on my trap

But bitch I'm not a blood so lemme go and take it back like

Four four four what we dropping in the dusse

A buck thirty in Hondeezy Swerving in a two lane

All my homies tight like my buckle and like my shoelace

And I keep it clean like a mouth full of toothpaste

Laying in the street leave you flat like a tupee

Saint Laurent John, on my arms I got coochie

Whip it like Betty, in the croc like I'm Susie

Independent typa guy feeling like i'm toosie

Real badass mofucka like I'm Boosie

MoneyMan could never go and fuck with you pussies

Blueface gerb boy fiending for some blue cheese

On to the next I'm tryna touch on some new cheese

I gotta keep it real yea and spit a couple facts

Everytime I make a song they say I said behind they back

But, I am not the type to go and diss you on a track

I just say what I say for some money and some laughs

On the block playing dummy make a hunny offa craps

Smokin sticky like it's sap given half to the trap

Money is in this bitch

I came to fuck it up

You know what it is

You can't fuck with us

Money is in this bitch

I came to fuck it up

You know what it is

You can't fuck with us

Money is in this bitch

You know what it is