Daz My Bitch

Well howdy partner its your old pal reid Back wit a slap, that I know yall need So roll the rug fo my bitch, or u gettin stuck Blood stains aint showin on ya red pickup I found a good one ma, and she as bad as they get We go to saks ave fifth and she buys me hella shit Every bill we split, but ima get the tip Cuz back at my crib my bitch get the tip We lookin royal eatin bomb ass pollo I'm w bitch she sucks cleans and broils Real thick she loyal, wraps scraps in foil Meet her back at the pad and have a battle royale Daz my bitch dawg, I think ya best back off Look all u want ya want but ya betta keep ya hands off Quit w the creepin mofucka u a grown ass man Prolly mad cuz my bitch rollin with a real man Dey call me terror, but my bitch pure evil Speakin sweet like she wanna kill people Shot jack n jill, we rolled they bodies down a hill Enjoyed a lil meal, then we pop another pill How dat feel? Not one but two I hold the gun, she shoot And then we splittin all ya loot Ain't a love song tho, I'm just lettin y'all know Dat my bitch like a demon from below Daz my bitch We da illest in tha room My bitch Just two killaz from tha moon My bitch My lil mistress a doom My bitch The new mofuckaz inna tomb Daz my bitch And my bitch can ride My bitch I know she alwayz down to slide My bitch Yall betta run, beeta hide Cuz wen I'm wit my bitch Somebody boutta die