Bi**h Please (feat. E-40 & B-Legit)

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I ain't gang bangin' I'm a gang member Love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger You can get the trigger finger Funny actin' pussy nigga, fraud You ain't hard, play the part You can get it nigga Old head, long bread, chillin' and I'm sittin' back Feet up, livin' good really and I'm kickin' back Orchestrate to gettin' back, button pushin' pigeon pack Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that Naw really give me that Greed time, gettin' fat Multiply the paperbacks Gorilla I'm a silver back My momma cut the similac With hot sauce and bacon fat Really don't know how to act Started, I'mma finish, nigga remember that I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block) We runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knots (into knots) I put it into park, then I put the whop (yeah) Foam a little lot, then I lock the spot Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood) Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good) Put you lotto on my backwood (yeah) Keep a banger when the sack good (stack good) Watch ya hangin' if ya that hood (that hood) My bro he on the roof with a sixteen Choppa in the bushes with a red beam You done ran off with the wrong dough Man he fourteen got a long throw I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence Garbage cans and dog shit, albino piss You all up in my face, toaster up on my hip Bringin' home the bacon, and the cheese and grips Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my Yeager crisp Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope and hittin' this Grew up on the tar Pluck you like guitar I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left I dont like to fight, I just like sex Hustler all my life, popo like to raid I been gettin' paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch) I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please" I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade Notin' but gritters over this way Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please