Come Get Yo Bkitch ft. Rikobandz, RICH FO3 & FO3 BabySlime Lyrics

Slap the fuck out this dumb bitch if she drop the low

I'm from a city where it's cold, we tuck the opps in snow

Brody told me 800 a bow, I'm finna break three bows

Ain't got no hustle in the streets, you niggas is hoes

I be up, tryna run a bag, focus on the money

Don't got no time for a bitch who can't show me no money

Tryna run up a 50 ball and get up out the country

Niggas talkin' to the cops, they hurtin' their honor

Send a hundred shots through your whip, ain't no duckin' that

All my opps be hidin' in the crib like, where's the fun in that

Fuck, we ain't get him gone the first time, then we gon' double back

Hold a three to pop the RP, that shit was fightin' back

Bought a brand new ARP, it got the side attached

Yo, bitch said she hate broke niggas, I know you feel attached

Heard your mans got caught loafin', they put him in a pack

I been ridin' round town with my Glock and two extra mags

The head ran off on my bro, I made him bring it back

I'm rockin', bathin', napin' with my bros, bitch, I'm a silverback

I just felt my fiend, he double-backed that nigga

Steady, needy, slick nigga, I up on the beat and get to talkin' grease

When baby slime me, do him, I ain't worried about bein' sneak

If the bitch be back a thousand, I don't care if the O.U.C. cheat

Pull up five different whips, whole month been coppin' rentals

Ridin' round, don't got no license, put a pedal to that metal

Every time we link up, you already know I'm doin' better

Flippin' hella pack, back to back, like we playin' tennis

Flippin' this pack so hard, I call it hopscotch

Big knots, you ain't big gangsta, nigga, act a lot

Capital out, what's that, sis, you sellin'? Nigga, re-ride

My fiend sniffed too much of that shit, it made his heart stop

Stop that, don't you start that, put your shit back

Get him back, slide up in the dark with no fuckin' mask

Don't try to creep down this block, we gon' get you smashed

Deliverin' shells to his crib like it's DoorDash

Bitch not throwin' ass enough, throw some more ass

I be throwin' plays to all my niggas like a quarterback

Like I'm Matt Ryan

My bitch caught me with another bitch, but I'm still lyin

If the seal not on the lean, I ain't buyin

I just sold my fiend some fake dough, be still buyin

Your bitch gon' listen to everything I say like I'm Simon

The opps need to up the fuck, it's cold, these niggas dyin