[Intro: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Do you dig, baby? I said, do you dig?
Now get out this bitch and get my money, I said, do you dig, baby?
Well alright, now talk to 'em, slick ([?])
Yuh, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, yuh, yuh ([?])
Okay, okay, okay, yuh
[Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Okay, my bitch better know better, yuh
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh
I said my bitch better know better, yuh
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh, ayy
[Post-Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Hunnid on a)
30 on the .9, 50 for the Glock, 100 on the TEC (50 for talking shit)
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Talk ya shit)
30 on the .9, yuh, ayy
[Verse 1: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Now she like bitches that look just like her
She like flashy shit I can't afford
If I can't get it she gon' pull that mask
She gon' hit that lick and get it on her own
Now that's a bitch you bring home to momma's
My bitch like Lita with the hur'ca'rana
My bitch got demons but that's not my problem
Attitude, thick Spanish something
She know what she doing with it (Know what she doing with it)
Beyoncé, got bite back (Beyoncé, got bite back)
Now she heard y'all talking 'bout it (Heard y'all talking 'bout it)
Ooh, she ain't like that (Ooh, she ain't like that)
Now she throw them hands 'bout me (Now she throw them hands 'bout me)
But she ain't wife yet (But she ain't wife yet)
I done stole a few souls from my old hoes
They want they life back
[?], got a bitch on ghost
[?], got a bitch on go
She swing like [?]
Pumps in the bump make you wanna hurt something
Take a bitch out if she let me murk something
Put her on the strobe, make a bitch work something
Percs something, got her feeling drowsy, no Cosby clowning
Keep them hoes from 'round me, back down, you clownfish
[Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2]
'Cause my bitch better know better, yuh
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh (That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh)
I said my bitch better know better, yuh (My bitch better know)
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh (Okay), ayy
[Post-Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Hunnid on a)
30 on the .9, 50 for the Glock, 100 on the TEC (50 for the)
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Talk ya shit)
30 on the .9, yuh, ayy
[Verse 2: Flyboy Tarantino]
If you hear me can you feel my pain? (Huh)
Shed a lotta tears, go hide my face
Same old shit, just a different day
Lace my boots, I go and get the cake
My n***a, they know it's me (Know it's me)
.45 on a fucking stain
My n***a whipping up that John McCain
Rope a n***a, hope he don't bust his brain
Enough about the old me (Huh)
Says she got shit to do (Oh no)
I don't got shit to lose, time is all I got
Misery, need company
N***a, she know what the fuck she doing (What?)
Might have to cut that (Oh no)
[?], she drive me crazy (Huh)
It's real hard to trust that (Huh, huh)
One for the pain (Huh)
Two for pressure, lotta n***as [?], what? (Huh)
Three for beef
N***a, you don't really want smoke 'cause there ain't nothing left (Huh)
Yeah, my bitch bad, she real clever
She like them gangs, I be like, "it's whatever"
So sad, I know I could do better
But I ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause I know
[Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2 & Flyboy Tarantino]
My bitch bad, she know better, yuh
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh (That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh)
I said my bitch better know better, yuh (My bitch better know)
That bitch ain't fucking with no old n***a, yuh (Okay), ayy
[Post-Chorus: SkoTT Summ3r2]
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Hunnid on a)
30 on the .9, 50 for the Glock, 100 on the TEC (50 for talking shit)
Dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (Talk ya shit)
30 on the .9, yuh, ayy
