[Intro]
(This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Bitch

[Verse]
Double G's, stepped on my jacket, I'm not into fashion
Two 40s popped out my coat like Inspector Gadget
Pop a Perc' and beat a bitch down, I respect the ratchet
Bitch, do your pussy stink or nah? I just had to ask it
Bangin' hoop season, I just shot unc' ass a bastard
She put her leg way behind her head, she acrobatic
Damn, I should've filed bro kids, I would've had more taxes
Made a hundred K off merch and went and bought a slab of fabric
Run that check up, I'm tryna buy a crib in Calabasas
Told my bitches treat me like a king, I'm a fan of Cassius
I just paid seventy-two hundrеd for a pair of glasses
Bitch wanna suck my dick bad, but she scared to ask it
Shit, and I'ma lеt her do it
When I'm high as hell on Perc 30s, I make better music
Tryna do the dash, the motor gettin' hot, I gotta check the fluids
Ghetto Boy the mafia, you n***as gon' respect the movement
Five chains on right now and I ain't signed to shit
The whole city ran out of Wock', I gotta buy some Trish
Butt-naked ridin' in the Benz tryna find my bitch
Emerald cut diamonds in my watch, I can't find my wrist
Let me call Ray K, I need an AK
Twelve-hour sessions in the booth, I been up eight days
Seen lil' bro make a half a ticket off a fake page
Pull up on your block and let it rip like I'm Beyblade
Seventy racks gone down the drain, this my first kit
The bitch pussy wetter than a bitch, her head ain't worth shit
I beat her granny down too for a Perc' script
Spent ninety grand on all dogs, on my cur shit
I bet I triple up my profit in the long run
Lil E short as hell, runnin' with a long gun
Bitch said she a fan on mine and went and plaid the wrong song
Brodie pulled up with a pack of Percs, let me hold one
Shit, I really need three
I love my bitch, she got a fat ass and some clean feet
Hit the block and drop everything, that's a clean sweep
I need a pint of Wockhardt, that's a king's drink
Bitch, I don't fuck with alcohol
Got into it with my coworker, then smacked the boss
Thirty-two carats in my chain, knock a rabbit off
With the Glock, I got great aim, we play basketball
You don't want to come to Rat— hold on, run it back
You don't wanna come to Mackin Road, we let ratchets off
Every day, I'm shootin' that shit, never pass the ball
I just bought an automatic pump, it shoot cannonballs
Just know this shit gettin' real if my dad involved
Told girly back that ass up, I had to grab the wall
Got caught cheatin' with my lil' bitch in Saginaw
In the booth rappin', feed my engineer all Adderall
[Outro]
(This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?)
(Primo Beats on the track)