BITCH K Lyrics

Niggas makin' diss, like I won't aim back Talkin' bout your spending, you ain't thuggin

I'm tryna come get you, solve the issue, where y'all bangin' at

My niggas be fiendin', yeah, they ishin', I can't tame that

Talkin' bout you, stay outside, never seen your lame ass

Sayin' we don't run shit down, come outside and change that

Postin' all them fuckin' guns, come around, we takin' that

Beat yo' ass for fuckin' fun, nah, it's time to fight back

Light my wood and hit the road, we out here searchin' for lil cam

Heard yo' mama took that XD9, swimmin' in the dam

You a ham, you ain't gangsta, but it stay up off that gram

I got niggas tryna smoke you, all they want back is the gram

Bitch, man, y'all know we out here spinning

Post up with the guys, all my niggas out here really winnin

Free them ',gremlins till it's backwards, tell em' free my niggas

Sticky, I get mad and I'll start wildin

If you pussy, better spit it, nigga

Cam, you know you scarin', so don't talk back

Sosa, you was running ' from the key, even with that glock at

Keep me in y'all missions, till y'all missin', I won't type back

Actin' hard up in them songs, knowin' you don't live that

Smokin' on that gumbo pack, R-D-G, we bang that

Hop out, let that chopper blow, A-R-P, we bang back

Slidin' with them lads, guns, why y'all tryna aim back

Cam, you better listen up, cause I won't say that shit again

We be postin' on that block, tell your youngins come and spin

Got a chop, we got some blocks, I'm finna go cop that FN

Bitch, I bet your hoe come and turn me up

S-O-B, I'm all about that action, get your paper up

Talkin' out your ass, and out your neck like I'ma give a fuck

Spinnin' out that Buick, fuck a cat, we in that Maybach truck

Nigga, I'll make your bitch slime you out

Kelsey tryna hold the switch and J-Ro tryna flip they house

Why he tryna get down low? 223, go bring him out

Oh, you wanna give out los ? Nah, I'm finna slime you out

Call up, tego bring lil squid, that's who I want

When we go spin, stay outside, we on that block

Don't let that car slide by again

This a automatic, that's what da said

Keep that Drake up in my lap, this bitch right here my fourth leg

My niggas, more realer cock, this pistol keep, one in the head

This bitch got a beam on it, and it got a turkey leg

Catch , you ease on it, aim below that nigga head

Take off all that nigga twist, this chopper spit, it special ed

This bitch got a beam on it, and it got a turkey leg