Chill With Yo Bitxh ft. R.T.R Jae Lyrics

I'll send a hit while I chill with yo bitch

And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit

And I aint playing no games if you mess with me the you might get hit

I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids

She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids

Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs

He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil

She on my dick cause she see I got pape

Can't love no bitch cause love be fake

If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face

Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist

Walk in the mall with the blues on my waist

She tell me she love me get the fuck out my face

15k by tonight tell me, who is your bank?

I ran it up dont give a fuck what you think

I got a bank so I don't have to chase

Hit her one time, and I don't know her name

Matter fact I think her name might be Sarah

And she brung twins, Tia Tamara

I'm so fly like a god damn pharaoh

Can't believe my cousin tried to take my bankroll

Fuck nigga talking shit gone get rolled up

In the trap right now just trying to pour up

In the trap right I make shit pop man that shit jump without my hand in it

Stop asking me questions like I'm the one did it

I didn't want to fuck girl I was just kidding

Yeah, Niggas be talking about what they gone do when they see me

I swear to god niggas just seen me

Told these niggas I was gone make it out

But they said I wouldn't they didn't believe me

She call my phone talking bout that she need me

She call my phone every time in the evening

Her nigga cheated first she just want to get even

I just hit it one time no I can not keep it, I leave it

I-I-I'll send a hit while I chill with yo bitch

And she heard about me cause I heard about her and she know I'm lit

And I aint playing no gmaes if you mess with me the you might get hit

I got drip you can check my fit, and she call me her daddy but I don't kids

She calling me daddy, but I don't got no kids

Finna shoot this fuck nigga up in his ribs

He told on his bro for a got damn meal, I'm talking about the food not the mil

She on my dick cause she see I got pape

Can't love no bitch cause love be fake

If it ain't bout pape, get the fuck out my face

Walk around the damn city with the blues on my waist