We On Dat

Y'all, I- it was a bitch ran up on me with a motherfuckin' Southside Fade These bitches walkin' around with Southside F- ?

This hoe ran up on me in Family Dolla’, y'all

The bitch hit me in my lip so fuckin' fast, I ain't even get to lick my shit I ain't even get to feel if it was swellin' up or not

The bitch, ah, I'm like, okay, I'm on that too, so we can, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. You know what I'm sayin'? We on that

Yeah, bitch, we on that

You know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that

Pussy, hoe, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend that you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah, hoe, we like that. Pussy, hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet

Aye

Okay, I'm throwed

I'm the one that got these bitches puttin' blush on they nose And wearin' pink on they clothes

They know I'm throwin' the bows French Tip on the toes

And it's bald, Amber Rose

I'm that bitch and it shows that I'm that Huh, that's a fact

None of these bitches wanna get down and scratch I'm a mink, mink, mink, me a bitch, no cat

On the internet talkin', bitch, talk to the chat Cause I'm

Not pickin' up what you puttin' down Bitch, I heard the word around town Them hoes said you wasn't on shit Bitch, we laugh that you use a clown Why hoes wanna pick with just me?

Maybe cause I'm gettin' money and I'm pretty Bitch, you got the wrong idea

Pussy hoe, just wait and you'll see

Yeah, bitch, we on that

You know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that

Pussy, hoe, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah, hoe, we like that

Pussy, hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet

Aye

That tough-ass shit, I ain't buyin' it

If you want the smoke, I'm suppyin' it

I am that bitch, no denyin' it

That's why these bitches keep tryin' it, huh

I'm not a family guy, but I kill you and go write a book just like Brian did Spread you thin, Mariah the scientist

Your business hoe, you shoulda minded it Hello?

The fuck did you think I was on?

The fuck did you think that it meant when I told you that I'm in a field like a zone? Come on

Aye

The fuck did you think I was on? Bitch, you might not make it home

I'm starving like Marvin, hoe, let's get it on

Yeah, bitch, we on that

You know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that

Pussy, hoe, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah, hoe, we like that

Pussy, hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet