Bitcht ft. Ar'Davis Tha Artist Lyrics

Watch your mouth when you approachin' me

Talkin' demon-like, I dim your light in front of company

No deceivin' right, I'm drivin' straight inside your pedigree

I poured the water out, the Horror scene is what I'm summonin

Talk about a menace, recognize the mind that was omitted

Now my pockets got a patch of your percentage

Look, I notice that your shine is limited

Me get too many infinite, plus we mob like infamous

You was never the plug, you get money in increments

It get slimy amphibians, I ain't kittin' no Peter Pan

I'm a motherfuckin' veteran, analyzin' the analysts

I don't pander with panelists, I just charge them for damages

You was never that nigga, I'm the one you not better than

I invented the sound, I'm a Black Thomas Edison

Keep it crew like I'm Jesus, so I excel at succeedin

All my homies upliftin' and ain't no Judas' neither

I leave you holy like deacons, you mess with Bri-Bri or Phoenix

Keep two Glockies, they twins, that's Serena and Venus

Clouts a hell of a drug, you might overdose on it

I'll make you suffer defeat, like Mayweather's opponent

Flow like a fucked up order, man, I don't even want it

Like Nick Cannon, ex-wife, everything I do highly noted

Bitch

Watch they eyes, you see the hiccups

Often they speak in tongues when the ho in them start to slip up

Lookin' hard for a power, to cosign off on they methods

Showin' that you a bitch and a commentary investment

Let me rob this bitch, deception now

Fuck a time commitment, walkin' bomb intention

Follow mine, intertwine commission

Ain't no pilot missin', cut the line

Ain't no common gem carve in a monument

Quit talkin' like your pattern predates the power of the dawn of sin

I told him not to toggle with that crock inside that water

Now you tied to a tooth, a ball and a chain

Now I don't let no sympathy coincide with the disbelief

Niggas hide for the ministry, niggas hoes in this game

Let's talk about it, I pick they pride as a picket sign

Niggas propaganda, leave them slantin' at the finish line

I'm not gon' walk around, I'll stomp the ground like it's some shit behind you

Better fix your face and know your place and keep your bitch in line

Her nose is rocked, I get it now

You niggas harmonized the plagiarized

You niggas hand-me-downs, you use your partners 9 as camouflage

Bet you won't spin around

Big talk that's midget gets minimized

I put that fido inside a crate with midal

With a vodka bottle, nigga

If a nigga talk is stupid, then I make him kiss some uppercuts

I never been a gangster for my family, I get tough as fuck

If we go bar for bar, what make you think you could compare to us

I gotta ask for I.D. cause obviously you drunk as fuck

My ex be tryna link but I thinking like what's done is done

These niggas act get funny every scene, we don't keep naked and guns

I got plenty of albums, wanna be lit then go and copy one

You put me underwater, I torpedo, then I rocket up

Stuffed crust, extra cheese, my bank pizza hut

She call me papa when I give her Johnson

Swallow when I'm done, I might go play some dominoes

Mmm, man, I'm lying cause screaming out numbers

To niggas that don't drop ain't really fun

Bitch