Bayou ft. Trap Time Lyrics

Lil bitch actin like a nigga can't afford to hit, stupid trick I can buy you

Lil chick I used to fuck but ion double back text me like hey you I was like bye you

If I hit a bitch twice and she see me out in public tryna speak Ima walk right by you

Imma head down to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma stop in the bayou

If you don't fuck wit my kind or got hate for my type (Gucci)

We ain't copping shyt by you

Imma boss in my krew, ion need no permission Lil nigga

I ain't running shyt by you

If yo potna get to trippin, we gone dig em up a grave

Then put him in a box right by you

You a lame to me and it's plain to see

Ya own people won't even stand by you

These dusty bitches really think it's cute to be

A handful and ion like that

I got 4 sisters so ion hit women

But if you touch me they gone fight back

Any case I get, imma fight back

Any verse I'm on I write that

Keep fuckin round like yeen hearin me

And imma hit ya ass wit that mic check

Lil bitch text me like hi you but

Ian even respond to that bullshit

Im chargin up like Ryu and then hit her ass

Wit da Hadouken

To clean like the pastor in the pulpit

I'm drippin sauce like spaghetti-o's

Only fuckin wit dem boss bitches

We ain't wastin time on no petty hoes

I got a show out in Texas and

I'm just now leavin Atlanta some shyt I had handled

Now I'm on the road out to Houston wit 4 zips

Of that red that I'm mixin wit Fanta

When we touch down in the bayou

Tell ya home girl slide through

I been diggin her vibe too

If you hop on this plane girl it ain't a dam place

I can't fly youuuuuu

Lil bitch actin like a nigga can't afford to hit, stupid trick I can buy you

Lil chick I used to fuck but ion double back text me like hey you I was like bye you

If I hit a bitch twice and she see me out in public tryna speak Ima walk right by you

Imma head down to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma stop in the bayou

If you don't fuck wit my kind or got hate for my type (Gucci)

We ain't copping shyt by you

Imma boss in my krew, ion need no permission Lil nigga

I ain't running shyt by you

If yo potna get to trippin, we gone dig em up a grave

Then put him in a box right by you

You a lame to me and it's plain to see

Ya own people won't even stand by you

Trap Time

You a lame, a nigga might try you

Bought 1 truck when i coulda got 2

Big 40 on me, imma hit sum nigga

I swear bullets wont fly by you

Got a bad bitch and she from the bayou

Ate A plan B, she can have a baby by you

Big Cap, if it go down now and

I done hit this switch, they wont stand by you

Im from Atlanta, but i be everywhere nigga

Even by you, Big backwood bluntz, i roll my own

Designer fashion, Cartier glasses

Aint see you I walked right by you

I party with bad freaky bitches

They wanna ride in my beamer with friends

So they can ride right by you not even speaking

I let em cruise in the benz

Money Krew thats a big Eat

Sittin in this high chair countin these spare racks

We gettin this shyt, we havin this shyt

Them hoes be starin you know that

Eat Eat

Lil bitch actin like a nigga can't afford to hit, stupid trick I can buy you

Lil chick I used to fuck but ion double back text me like hey you I was like bye you

If I hit a bitch twice and she see me out in public tryna speak Ima walk right by you

Imma head down to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma stop in the bayou

If you don't fuck wit my kind or got hate for my type (Gucci)

We ain't copping shyt by you

Imma boss in my krew, ion need no permission Lil nigga

I ain't running shyt by you

If yo potna get to trippin, we gone dig em up a grave

Then put him in a box right by you

You a lame to me and it's plain to see

Ya own people won't even stand by you