WNC Whop Bezzy
G.Y.A.B.
[Chorus: WNC Whop Bezzy]
B*t*h I'm sleep, f**k with me and get your a** beat
Jay got a Mustang, I copped a Jeep
Your b*t*h she want the D like she in heat
Even when I'm full, b*t*h I'ma eat
You know like a drain I'm in the streets
I'll leave you with a stain, ain't talking bleach
B*t*h you gon' learn your lesson like I teach
B*t*h I got on shades like I'm a geek
B*t*h I'm smoking strong, you blowing weak
Plus you don't take care of your children, you deadbeat
All that f**kin' cryin', your son gon' get his dad beat
Sh*t I ain't bet a b*t*h since last week
Sh*t I ain't hit a lick since last night
B*t*h don't dap me down, I ain't aight
You know I keep that strap like I'm a dyke

[Verse 1: Jay Lewis]
I just gave your b*t*h a bar
And when you be at work, I drive your car
I'm always outer space, think I'm a star
I'm always full of tabs
And your b*t*h, she be feelin' on my abs
She say I'm a lobster, you a crab
You gon' get your a** beat
Stomp you out and drag you to the street
Take your car and make you use your feet
Then slap one of your n***as
B*t*h I got them bands, I got them figures
The club gon' let me in, gon' let me enter
Spray you like I got Raid
I don't need no gun, I got this blade
I don't wanna f**k, you might got AIDS
DJ Earl, you know you wrong
F**kin' with them kids, you know you grown
You know you need to leave them children alone
B*t*h you 'bout to make me flash
Finna get on your nerves like I'm a rash
You ain't poppin' b*t*h, you know you trash
And i'm just stating facts
If you don't like it, f**k it, we can scratch
Light your a** up like you was a match
[Chorus: WNC Whop Bezzy]
B*t*h I'm sleep, f**k with me and get your a** beat
Jay got a Mustang, I copped a Jeep
Your b*t*h she want the D like she in heat
Even when I'm full, b*t*h I'ma eat
You know like a drain I'm in the streets
I'll leave you with a stain, ain't talking bleach
B*t*h you gon' learn your lesson like I teach
B*t*h I got on shades like I'm a geek
B*t*h I'm smoking strong, you blowing weak
Plus you don't take care of your children, you deadbeat

[Verse 2: WNC Whop Bezzy]
Okay here I am
B*t*h you will get smashed behind the 'Gram
You know all I know is trigger blam
I been ain't give a f**k, ain't give a damn
B*t*h you ain't no sir, boy you a ma'am
I'm taxing for a show b*t*h, Uncle Sam
You know I crash behind ram
You know f**kin' free my n***a Bam
You got a Hi-Point, that b*t*h gon' jam
Chopper bullets hop, them b*t*hes slam
I heard you f**kin' trannies all on cam

[Verse 3: Jay Lewis]
Say lil b*t*h don't make me flash like a picture
I stay in that water like a pickle
B*t*h don't make me put you in that blender
Your b*t*h gon' let me f**k, gon' let me hit her
She say you a loser, I'm a winner
She say you annoying like a splinter
My n***as be in bushes like they squirrels
Forty bullets hit you, make you curl
Like a bird I'm all on top your roof
You know I ain't lying, I got proof
Oh you ain't know, well I thought that you knew