BITCH NIGGA ft. BIZZLE Lyrics

The pot look like it got leftover grits, 21 rounds inside this Glock 26

Me givin' money to a bitch, say I'm dumb as shit

Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

Y'all niggas trippin', soundin' dumb as fuck, I had no choice but to run it up

Y'all blossom bubbles on buttercup, lil' bitches like the powerpuff

I creep late out at night, I'm like Doc when Doc

The coat, it's gon' come out white, it might look like puss

Three triple stacks, I can't feel, cause I'm drunk as fuck

Bitch thinks she can take dick, tell her men are gut

You really think I care how you feel

When I'm still fucked up, takin' how it is, and it's real

I don't give a fuck, yo

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold the fuck on

Let me light this cigarette up right quick

It's a must I do that

When I lost my mama, I ain't know how to act

Everybody said they had my back, I'm gettin' the hair from a bitch in the act

She's a thief, she gon' get the act

You live by the gun, you die by it

It ain't no comin' back

The judge will give you them football numbers, the same as a running back

This judge hold an amount the same numbers as a quarterback

So get like me, lil' nigga, but you don't get your quarterback

The ounces might look stepped on, but I'ma bring it back

That pistol might look blue-tone, but that bitch solid black

You can't play me like no hoe or no bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

And I'm fuckin' on yo' hoe, cuz you a bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

You can't play me like no hoe or no bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

And I'm fuckin' on yo' hoe, cuz you a bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

Yeah, bustin' off them jiggas, now I'm on the alert

I ain't worryin' bout dyin', cuz my gun gon' work

Me in the suit, a funeral home is where I wanna work

Yeah, when I'm finished with the body, that's when you can make the shirt

Y'all got me pissed off now, man

It's bout time for me to get in my bag

I'm talkin' potato-side type of bag

Before the cow with a 30, man, you a wrist-bender

Yeah, you a fag

You ain't my round, I can't call you lag

You ain't grow up with me, and it's sad

You can't get no hooded up or handshaked

You can't play me like no hoe or no bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

And I'm fuckin' on yo' hoe, cuz you a bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

You can't play me like no hoe or no bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

And I'm fuckin' on yo' hoe, cuz you a bitch, nigga

Bitch, nigga

You's a bitch, nigga

Shit