歌詞
I'm a witted-ass bitch; don't need to keep a crew
Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a goon
I'm a weird-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce
Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?
I'm a witted-ass fool; don't need a fake to fuck
You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked
I'm an active-ass fool; don't need to bark a little
Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
How many times did I not trust all these bitches?
Instead of making dough, they wanna talk who they've been kissing
Stupid-ass homies turn their back and now they're dissing
Motherfuckers slip, but he got caught slippin'
How you say you're G, when you speakin' on my name?
This goes out to them bitches who they're claimin' in a gang
Fuck your whole set, bitch, fuck what you bang!
When you ain't around your homies, then you wouldn't say a thing
Told her, "I'm a thug, but I'd rather be with you,"
Smokin' on a blunt, anything I wanna do
Huh, they ain't like it while they're bitchin' with the crew
That bitch got dropped, now she's tellin' all the news
Knew they were a rat; it's a wrap, it's a bank
I keep it with my shit, stayin' real 'til my grave
Stupid-ass bitch, what the fuck did you think?
My bitch in the stu', loaded with a AK
I'm a witted-ass bitch; don't need to keep a crew
Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a goon
I'm a weird-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce
Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?
I'm a witted-ass fool; don't need a fake to fuck
You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked
I'm an active-ass fool; don't need to bark a little
Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
Grew up in the jungle where so many tryna harm you
Watching all the cars, well, homie pulled up in the Mongols
Bustin' out some shots, no holding back, he let them all loose
Yo momma watched the news, that's how she heard somebody shot you
Homies all upset, load up the G, they want revenge
Pull up to their set, "I'm for it, and now that's what they'll get."
The cycle keeps on spinnin' as they catch somebody slippin'
'Cause there's no happy endings, either death, and time in prison
No need of false parade, that's how life is up in the West
No time to second guess, are you a victim or the threat?
By the time that you retire and look back at what it got you
Your name will fade away as generations start to follow
Open up a bottle and keep drinkin' 'til you wobble
As homies start to tap, well, your heart begins to hollow
And wife-y never calls you 'cause the homies got her run loose
And now your biggest problem is the fuckin' hood forgot you
I'm a witted-ass bitch; don't need to keep a crew
Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a goon
I'm a weird-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce
Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?
I'm a weird-ass fool; don't need a fake to fuck
You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked
I'm an active-ass fool; don't need to bark a little
Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
Written by: Rosabelle Anni Flores
