Let Me Show You (Sped Up) ft. Lil CBN Lyrics

Let me show you what these bitches on

Let me show you what she kissin on

Yea we keep the bitches out

Yea we keep the bitches out

And we keep the bitches out

(Mhhmm)

Yea we keep the bitches out

Yea we wit the bitches ain't no switchin on my niggas

Why she tryna kick it like luh bitch I'm not no ninja

We had a Michael Jackson scene how I 'Beat it' like in Thriller

I put the D up on her now she call for the Avengers

I ain't talking white tee's when I said I'm a wife beater

I can tell she is a fein, I can tell by her demeanor

My mamma warned me they fast, man, these hoes fast like a cheetah

But they need to have some class, why you all up on me reachin?

Bitch I wake up, I'm fine

Bad bitch wit me, a nine

She ain't tryna waste no time

We stayed up tryna fuck all night

Two round in then she tap out

Hadda do two more then we black out

I hit her high notes then she froze

Can't break the code but I can break her back out

I don't know what's gotten into me

Back to the wall and I start actin differently

She makin me lose all my dignity

Sittin at night like "Damn is she into me?"

I'm the type of nigga have no enemies

It's either we cool or we frenemies

I rap bout money and the hoes

Band for band but niggas a no-show

Yea we keep the bitches out

Yea we keep the bitches out

And we keep the bitches out

(Mhhmm)

Yea we keep the bitches out

Aye they know Playboii got flows, yea a young nigga got plenty

I been hitting the road, she want me all up in her city

Always gon stand ten toes, ion need no nigga stand wimme

My whole fit it stay froze, got a bad bitch warm it up wit her titties

Might fuck on your hoe while I'm hittin the griddy

You carrying twenty's I'm carryin fifty's

That's why all the bitches be tryna get wit me

Don't need a gun make 'em run like (Rickyyy)

How u locked up but ya can't make bail?

Trollin and hoein's what get you in hell

Niggas be cloning like Rick in the cetidel

Hittin these hoes and you can't even get at them

Spinnin it back like a CD

I ain't no pussy I'm shooting my shot like I'm shootin a BB

Bitches be dumb like DeeDee

In a track hawk and she suckin my weewee

I blow her back off got her seein in 3d

Never had a bad fall, gotta make it look easy

CBN, me, and his homie, we doin a 3-peat

I'm tryna pat it like I'm TrapLand

When I pull up they like "Who dat man?"

She didn't want you she just wanted clout

Now she havin all yo kids and you trap now

Man if you know then you know

I need me the diamonds n gold

It never get old

That nigga a slave he sold

Got too much bread it won't fold

Finna be 18

She want to get put wit the team, but only be pressuring me

It ain't broke don't fix it

She want me to beg for the digits

I told the luh hoe that she trippin, nigga

Yea we keep the bitches out

Yea we keep the bitches out

And we keep the bitches out

(Mhhmm)

Yea we keep the bitches out