BITCH PLEASE (feat. JAHMED)

Diamonds slide like the cha-cha dance

Hangin' out like the red flag of paw-paw's pants

Hangin' out like my clip of the .30

Turnt up like a bitch off a Perky

Emergency for that paper, we slide there with urgency

Block tanked up like Shaq right after the murder scene

Brick wall with the letters wiped out, that's murder ink

Don't let Curtis Jackson see, fuck around and whack the ink out

Snatch his chain and knock the motherfucking link out

Fuck around and we gon' pull that little pink out

We out, ain't no peace, fuck around and pull that piece out

Pure game like what's comin' out my **** Suga Free mouth

Bang-bang like what's comin' out that motherfucking three pound

My daddy got smoked 'cause his pistol had only had three rounds in 'em

I'm down to fade, yeah, that **** got like three rounds in 'em

Pick up your shell cases, we call that a rebound ****

You a whole bitch deep down, ****

Wake up call, ****, don't get involved

If you didn't wanna get your little punk ass bit

Then you shouldn't have jumped the fence and came to hit this, dawg

Bitch, please

I-I don't feel nothing

If you see us creepin', we about to kill something

Back seat with a Tommy like Phil and lil' cousin

Mad racks in the whip, tell me something, lil' something

Think I'm bluffin'? Bitch, please

I can't feel my face at all

If you know I got the .40 on my waist and all

Baby girl, can you feel it? I might waste it all

If the situation sticky, I'm gon' pull it out my Dickies

Ay, tell 'em ****

Slidin' with my youngin, ridin' with my youngin

Front line, dyin' with my youngin

I am up to something

Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper

We ain't never hidin' from no buster

Tell 'em, ****

Slidin' with my youngin, ridin' with my youngin

Front line, dyin' with my youngin

I am up to something

Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper

We ain't never hidin' from no buster

Eye lids open at ten now must I rinse

My face glance at my phone, look not again

Black on black, rest in peace to another ****

.45 tucked, on alert for another ****

They say stay dangerous, tuck ya chain if that thing hangin'

'Cause jewelry drive the homies crazy like they road-ragin'

And every kill begins with AK , a bad ending

See, hittin' licks is optional but gettin' robbed isn't

I duck my own kind and the police, bitch, please

Summertime is when the innocent flee

Everybody hot, sauna, bodies flop like Olympics

Lost some long term **** over real quick decisions

JAH slippin', never I, I count the dough and fill the bank

I'm Phillip Banks with the pie

Take the cake and eat it too, save a **** not a slice

Smoke the K2, a bad trip, on God I almost died

I ain't been the same since

Ay, I bourgie ball, less attention to an Instagram bitch

See my flaws on the wall like a sheet of paint, bitch

Hate you all, hate you all, man, you hoes ain't shit

Me and my dawgs off the leash and you can't contain this

I brought sand to the

I brought sand to the streets like a hurricane hit

Shots of Jamie with no chase and a dose of Novocain

'Cause bitch, I don't feel nothing

If you see us creepin', we about to kill something

Back seat with a Tommy like Phil and lil' cousin

Mad racks in the whip, tell me something, lil' something

Think I'm bluffin'? Bitch please

I can't feel my face at all

If you know I got the .40 on my waist and all

Baby girl, can you feel it? I might waste it all

If the situation sticky, I'm gon' pull it out my Dickies

Ay, tell 'em ****

Slidin' with my youngin, ridin' with my youngin

Front line, dyin' with my youngin

I am up to something

Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper

We ain't never hidin' from no buster

Tell 'em ****

Slidin' with my youngin, ridin' with my youngin

Front line, dyin' with my youngin

I am up to something

Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper

We ain't never hidin' from no buster