Bitch K

(Drill Time Entertainment) ayy Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm, bitch (Krafty made this beat) Get that- mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm Ayy Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that Let loose them killers on them niggas, I can't tame that Makin' all them fucking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at Free that shordy out them gates, it gon' be a murder case He locked up, so for that, nigga Mitch had to pay It's a six on the play, he get hit any day Drop your lo', we gon' come through make niggas hit the pave' Fuck that dead nigga, hit the switch I wanna see his brain Get up on his ass, lock on 'em and let that bitch bang Fuck that COVID mask, I'm ski-ed up it go down any day Ridin' with a 23 and a motherfuckin' Drac' We love smokin' niggas, it improve my gratitude My Glock like a polaroid, I up this bitch and snap at you I advise you play your place you don't want this blick to clap at you You buckin', get put up, get on your ass just like your daddy do Get your fuckin' face stomped, make you fix your attitude Nigga pick your face up, 'fore I put this gat on you I'ma count to three, tell 'em Free V, so I can make a move Them two steps gon' lead to death gon' put his ass right on the news Leeke voice all in my head he tellin' me watch how I move Ralo in my other ear sayin' drop a bag on every fool John John, that's my nigga that you know the gang gon' ackafool Nigga felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude 35, six K, look at Mookey in the grave We gon' get his coke sniffin'-ass daddy named Shane Fuck they broke ass clique and they pussy-ass gang Cappin' 'bout TreyD, he ain't did a fuckin' thing Cojack don't slide, Jarvo not outside Cracka is a gift from God, nigga got nine lives Mookey ass wrecked out, that nigga need new tires Call Petey ass Plies, bro made niggas slip and slide Niggas gettin' hit, get that pain back Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched My niggas be killas they more realer, I can't change that Let loose them killers on them niggas I can't tame that Makin' all them fuckin' posts ain't gon' bring your gang back Smokin' on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at (pop out where your gang at)