Bounty Lyrics

I just want that hoe to come and give me good feels

I just need my check to come I need the old bills

And your partner getting laced he got the wrong pills

That's your bitch she said she found me off of ig reels

Yeah that boy broke he go out bad he need to rob steal

I swear to god he talking bad he gon get pop killed

We chop him up go in the oven he get cooked grilled

We zip him up go in the fridge and then he get chilled

Call up my haters I told them come spot me

I told these hoes to push to the property

I know them boys trying to put me on a bounty

We lighting fire works bitch come find me

We got them guns bitch we ain't fighting

We got your drop lil bitch why you lying

Hell cat on a mission motherfucker we flying

I ain't with the tali but I keep a band

I know these hoes trying to fuck with xiuh man

We keep them k's like we in a clan

He can't hang around he gon fuck up the brand

He talking hat shit we gon slime out his mans

Get punched in the face im gonna fuck up my hand

He ain't talking money what the fuck is he saying

He gonna die where he laying

He ain't got no gun. Why the fuck is he playing

He talking that shit swear to God that he laying

If you want your life, then I need me some bands

Fat little boy yeah he go eat on ham

I am the goat little bitch I aint the lamb

This ain't an Audi little bitch it's a lamb

Your hoe pull up she gonna get rammed

Fucking that bitch you a motherfucking simp

Bitch I need this hoe to come like right now

He ain't even got no gun pipe down

They be doing hit and runs we walk down

Yeah he trippin

Fuck these hoes I ain't pimping

We shooting this shit Scotty pippin

Fuck that hoe leave her ass limping

Fuck that shit i ain't even sippin

How in the fuck is you simping

You broke as fuck and you trippin

I just want that hoe to come and give me good feels

I just need my check to come I need the old bills

And your partner getting laced he got the wrong pills

That's your bitch she said she found me off of ig reels

Yeah that boy broke he go out bad he need to rob steal

I swear to god he talking bad he gon get pop killed

We chop him up go in the oven he get cooked grilled

We zip him up go in the fridge and then he get chilled