In Dis Bitch Lyrics

Whip out a stick and I rob you with it

Matter of fact I might pop you with

Can't make up my mind imma sock you with it

30 clip it got a glocky with it

Imma walk down and drop you with it

We got glocks in dis bitch

We got chops in dis bitch

We got Mob in dis bitch

We got drop in dis bitch

Yeah what else

We got sticks in dis bitch

We got bitches in dis bitch

We got riches in dis bitch

We really pull up and spinning the bin

Get him a pull-up he shitting his pants

I get it loud like pots and pans

Imma walk down twin glocks in hands

Free all the hounds locked in jams

Let them out

Yeah free me dogs

Let them out

Getting tired of them calls

Free my dogs out the cage

Counting down all them days

Days until you out

Holding down check your account

I left you some racks in there

Apartment in Jacksonville

That's where you stay right there

New condo in FL

Go ahead tell your ex well

That's a relief that's swell

Ride with the heat that's shells

Moving them keys dumb bells

Moving keys moving weight

Do dirty deeds when it's late

You wanna be but you can't

Water on Fiji when I'm in the bank

Your bitch bout to feed me and then I say thanks

I talk to my demons in middle of night

This shit fucked up shit ain't right

But I'm still up living my life

Bitch got a butt oh that's your wife

She trynna fuck and spend the night

Told her what's up told her one night

I told her one not two

I don't want nothing to do

With you