Bitch Duh (Remix) [feat. BIA]

Bitch, duh

Yeah, I'm about to spin about a tweet (Bitch, duh)

Big B Bottega on my feet (Bitch, duh)

Can't have your ****, I play for keeps (Uh, uh)

BIA, BIA

I hear bitches poppin' shit, and that's so funny to me (That's so funny to me)

How you say you runnin' down but you can't walk on the beat? (Can't walk on the beat)

I ain't know I had an opp 'cause she don't say shit to me (Uh)

I'ma cop me a new gun before I cop me a plea (Bitch, duh)

Heard they want my low, I dropped it in Dubai (Bitch, duh)

I can never turn my phone on just to cry

On a live, I hate a sneaky ****, pick a side

If you wanna get up with me, tell that bitch that we're outside (Ha)

Hey bookie, heard you mad behind some big love

Cliqued up with a bunch of bitches that ain't got much

You don't really talk, but you're a Twitter thug

Mad behind my ex, you should be mad 'bout that account, love, I'm turned up

Bitch say that she fuck with me, must be on cocaina bad

Gave that bitch my maid number, use it with your dusty ass

Thirty-six my shoes, I heard you tape 'em and you take 'em back

Heard your **** spinnin' every block and you gon' take him back

Big Ds, tell her that the "D" stand for her desperate ass

Big Dreez, gave me thirty seconds, I'ma body that

With ease, askin' 'bout your ****, he where mami at

If you feelin' frisky, baby, you know where to find me at

Bitch, duh

Yeah, I'm bout to spin about a tweet (Bitch, duh)

Big B Bottega on my feet (Bitch, duh)

Can't have yo' **** back, I play for keeps (Bitch, duh)

Ain't never seen a hundred with a crease (Bitch, duh)

Ever seen a million dollar mink? (Bitch, duh)

Crib big, lost my keys for a week (Bitch, duh)

If I'm his ex, you know that **** stalkin' me (Bitch, duh)

I'm livin' in yo' head rent free

Way I'm eatin' bitches up, I can't beat these allegations

I might tweak out at the smoke, yeah, I flip shit like I'm vapin'

I live rent-free in the head, when I check in, it's never vacant

Ho, my pen be really workin', I got bars like I'm on papers

Bitch, duh, I be solo, **** weird, bitches fake

Bitch, duh, I'm spoiled rotten, I make sure I get my way

Bitch, duh, I don't wait, my patience little like my waist

Bitch, duh, I body bitches when I pop out serving face, ha

Seen they got my old swag, I switched it up, they copy me

Wouldn't bet on these rat bitches if I seen them on the lottery

I think it's time to heat shit up, still the coldest, five degrees

Let's be real, that ho can't eat me up if she was toppin' me

Bitch, duh, ho, got a mill' on me, still got in for free

Hood ho, black on black Maybach, ride that shit on E (Skrrt)

Fuck a store, new Balenci' dropped, bring that shit to me (Gimme that)

Of course that **** ran to you 'cause he can't fuck with me (Duh)

Million dollar thottie on a block, ho, the streets is T

I don't box, I'm pretty with a Glock, tell him, "Reach and see" (Try)

At your big age, now I'm big dog, got them pissed off

I can't hold my tongue, I gotta get my lick off

Bitch, duh

Yeah, I'm bout to spin about a tweet (Bitch, duh)

Big B Bottega on my feet (Bitch, duh)

Can't have yo' **** back, I play for keeps (Bitch, duh)

Ain't never seen a hundred with a crease (Bitch, duh)

Ever seen a million dollar mink? (Bitch, duh)

Crib big, lost my keys for a week (Bitch, duh)

If I'm his ex, you know that **** stalkin' me (Bitch, duh)

I'm livin' in yo' head rent free (Rent free)