whotheyhate ft. Mr.Toptierr Lyrics

Bitch i'ma joint, I can scoop yo bitch in a Honda

I know he in yo ear like he on fire, how we gon' stop him

She want a Birkin, dumb bitch, you gettin' nada

I'm finna bleed them McQueens I'm tired rockin' Balenciagas on gang

Bitch, I get chilli gettin' a bitch not a problem

All of these bitches that yall want I had a lot of them

My bitch the Don, on David grave I'm the Dada

And every day I'm gettin' to it, keep me out yo relationship problems on gang

We bouncin' out the bucket, gettin busy

I ain't never had a problem passin' a bitch I ain't stingy

He net beefin, it ain't shit to get jiggy

Tuck them chains around the gang, the real strip team

All of this money made his bitch do a backflip

Wake up and thank God, remember days I ain't had shit

I'm never loafin' big ol' Billy in the mattress

I lost my blower to the boys, but shit happens

It ain't stop shit the next day, I got another gun

If I blow me ten the next day, then I'ma run it up

Bitch, you with the gang, it ain't no need to have bubble guts

Come fuck it up, not finna beef with you if you ain't done enough

Not talkin' bout the bag, then bitch, shut it up

If my bitch can't see me, she started cuttin' up

All of these bitches in my box, cause I'm comin' up

She used to leave a nigga on seen, now she gon' suck me up

Bitch i'ma joint, I can scoop yo bitch in a Honda

I know he in yo ear like he on fire, how we gon' stop him

She want a Birkin, dumb bitch, you gettin' nada

I'm finna bleed them McQueens I'm tired rockin' Balenciagas on gang

Bitch, I get chilli gettin' a bitch not a problem

All of these bitches that yall want I had a lot of them

My bitch the Don, on David grave I'm the Dada

And every day I'm gettin' to it, keep me out yo relationship problems Bitch

Bitch, I'm the joint, can turn your Honda to a Benz

If no one answer the door, bitch, we breakin' in

Fuck friends, I only trust you once, then I can't trust again

If Ling Ling get the tripping, then I'ma probably go and fuck her friend

Growing up, I had to learn, don't trust none of these niggas

I get chilli you other niggas broke and bummy nigga

He tellin' lies, he ain't never took nothin' from me, nigga

Ain't had no blower that night, so you got lucky, nigga

I'm doin' shows, so she gon' let me beat the Yacci

If I don't got my blower, bitch, I'm finna sock 'em

Spanish bitch in my DMs, she call me papi

If I'm with Topierr , see the Johnny's finna pop 'em

I beat her doonies, now she wanna start a family

My Glock is my wife, I bought her titties from Miami

RKO the chili, bitch, I feel like I'm Randy

Bitch, I ain't duckin' none of these niggas, and I put that on my granny

Bitch i'ma joint, I can scoop yo bitch in a Honda

I know he in yo ear like he on fire, how we gon' stop him

She want a Birkin, dumb bitch, you gettin' nada

I'm finna bleed them McQueens I'm tired rockin' Balenciagas on gang

Bitch, I get chilli gettin' a bitch not a problem

All of these bitches that yall want I had a lot of them

My bitch the Don, on David grave I'm the Dada

And every day I'm gettin' to it, keep me out yo relationship problems Bitch