Gettobitch Lyrics

Runnin around town with a ghetto bitch

Money, I built like a Lego bitch

Chop it up just like a mango bitch

Spin the C, I'll find me a bitch

Matter of fact, run me those kicks

You boys ain't no shit

Go, get off my dick

I stay real and I get money, Y'all be cappin' for free

Yeah, you say you gon' kill me, Why does it matter to me

Your bitch know that we get moves, She say throw bands on me

You wanna gas, it's me and you, Put your tank on E

You throw shots at me, I throw bands on bitches

I came from the dirt, Went from rags to riches

I aint even smoke in a minute, Wockhardt in my cup, I miss it

Said you was a steppa Yeah, how come you miss me

I said, stop talkin' bout the streets, You never seen em

I said, never slid with pills on me, Don't fuckin' need em

I said, he pulled a knife on me, They went and fuckin' beat him

I said, bullets, they go fast You got no time for reload

Bullets go fast, uh-huh

Hollow tips not gon' pass, uh-huh

Ann got the strap, uh-huh

Most of us say we don't lack, uh-huh

My money so tall, yeah

Your shit small like a leprechaun

You just a replica

Look at them bands go up

Pushin' the limits, pushin' the limits Nobody do it like me, uh-huh

Pushin' the limits, pushin' the limits Nobody do it like me, uh-huh

If you play, I lay with no delay You heard me, what I say

I heard you on my knees I'm sorry, please don't hurt my legs

I don't trust him, he gon' call everybody

He gon' talk on everybody

He gon' get us, everybody

Fuck you mean you a Ferrari

I just swerving that big body

Im just making big ol' money

I was makin big ol' nothin'

Pop a perc, I'm feelin' funny

20 ball, you flexin' nothin'

Fake ass bitch, you postin stories

Hit a lick, don't tell nobody, yeah

Runnin around town with a ghetto bitch

Money, I built like a Lego bitch

Chop it up just like a mango bitch

Spin the C, I'll find me a bitch

Matter of fact, run me those kicks

You boys ain't no shit

Go, get off my dick

I stay real and I get money, Y'all be cappin' for free

Yeah, you say you gon' kill me, Why does it matter to me

Your bitch know that we get moves, She say throw bands on me

You wanna gas, it's me and you, Put your tank on E

You throw shots at me, I throw bands on bitches

I came from the dirt, Went from rags to riches

I aint even smoke in a minute, Wockhardt in my cup, I miss it

Said you was a steppa Yeah, how come you miss me

I said, stop talkin' bout the streets, You never seen em

I said, never slid with pills on me, Don't fuckin' need em

I said, he pulled a knife on me, They went and fuckin' beat him

I said, bullets, they go fast You got no time for reload

Bullets go fast, uh-huh

Hollow tips not gon' pass, uh-huh

Ann got the strap, uh-huh

Most of us say we don't lack, uh-huh

My money so tall, yeah

Your shit small like a leprechaun

You just a replica

Look at them bands go up