Not My Bitch ft. Boog Lyrics

Pimpin' shit, man, you already know what I'm talkin' about, man

You don't know what I'm talkin' about, man

Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy

Bust a Russian creme down and fill it up with drow

I believe that I can fly before I ever trust a ho

Size 11, brand new J, we slick, we steppin' on the low

Lord, forgive me, I should've seen, I put a blessing on the hoe

Ran that chick up like Black Youngster, we gon' flex that bitch for sure

I fucked a bad bitch, then another like I did this shit before

Must've fucked her too damn good, I got her passin' through the spot

This lil' bitch think she my bitch, I'm finna tell her ass you not

I just reached into my pocket and I just pulled out a knot

Think we usin' codeine lingo, I'ma do this shit for snot

I ain't worried about no shit for real, cause I be smokin' pot

I ain't worried about no bitch for real, I'm married to the guap

When I seen your folks across, I ain't gon' lie, it had me shocked

I had thought I had a wife for real, I really was lovin' a thot

Every day tryna run it up for real, get money, that's what I was taught

I'm countin' money up in the loft for real, just gatherin' up my thoughts

Bust a Russian cream, down and fill it up with drow

I believe that I can fly before I ever trust a ho

Size 11, brand new J, we slick, we steppin' on the low

Lord, forgive me, I should've seen, I put a blessing on the hoe

Ran that check up like Black Youngster, we gon' flex, that bitch for sure

I fucked a bad bitch, then another like I did this shit before

Must've fucked her too damn good, I got her passin' through the spot

This lil' bitch think she my bitch, I'm finna tell her ass she not

I told the bitch she not my bitch, don't know why that crossed her mind

I told that bitch she got a drip soon as I broke her spine

Been gettin' fly since my baby pictures, been gettin' chosy by nine

I believe in God and in crime, I swear to God I ain't lyin'

I caught her creepin' by my spot, it's about a third or fourth time

I can't be creepin' with no thot, I can't believe the hoe tryin'

Caught the hoe peepin' my knot, I think the hoe might be slyin'

Yeah, that shit wicked, my dawg, but I still fuck her, she fine

What's a Russian cream, down and fill it up with joke

I believe that I can fly before I ever trust a hoe

Size 11, brand new J, we slick, we steppin' on the low

Lord, forgive me, I should've seen, I put a blessing on the hoe

Ran that check up like Black Youngster, we gon' flex that bitch for sure

I fucked a bad bitch, then another like I did this shit before

Must've fucked the two damn good, I got her passin' through the spot

This lil' bitch think she my bitch, I'm finna tell her ass you not