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Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Yeah
You already know what the fuck go on
910, 9 1 fucking 0
Yeah
And if you don't
Its Jay
Yeah
Okay Okay Okay
Soon as I walk out the door
It's a new day to go get me some money
I got niggas that'll run it up for me
Lock your doors when you see that I'm coming
Think I was Omar the way that they running
Huh
I smell a punk, I smell a bitch
What that you see
I spy a lick
Swiper no swiping
This banana split
I gotta jet, man i gotta blast
If you say that I owe you man that's in the past
Hop in the car 120 on the dash
Running lights hoping that we don't crash
All my life had to fight for some bread
Out yo mind if you thinking i'm scared
If it's up, better make sure it's there
I ain't gotta circle, don't fuck with squares
I gotta brick
I gotta bitch
I'm always crip
Finger don't slip
Walk with a dip
Leg gotta limp
Move like a pimp
Smooth like a pip
Ooo I got the drip
You better walk with caution
All this splash with the way that I'm saucing
They sick, I can tell when they coughing
Six feet, send em right to the coffin
Do a jig, but I don't do it often
Left side only way that I'm walking
Speakers loud, I don't hear when they talking
He was live, now his body they chalking
If it ain't beef, then everything gravy
I think music only thing that's gone save me
Roll it up, take a sip, got me lazy
Name Jay, but yo bitch call me baby
We trap like we back in the 80s
And you know 910 made me
We put our feet all over the pavement
Pharmacist serving the patients
I got the gas
I got the pills
Lean with a seal
We got a deal
Tryna be everybody's favorite hustler
I can't go back to being a buster
Gold chain hang, yeah they cluster
If you ain't talking money aye then shut up
If it's a problem my nigga then what up
Beat a nigga up then go light the blunt up
My boys hanging out to the sun up
Heart ice cold in the summer
I ain't Stevie, but I make you wonder
How she be doing this shit
I took a couple of hits
Got up, got right back to biz
I whip, I flick my wrist
I'm hip, I'm turnt, I'm lit
If you did me wrong, I ain't forget
I ain't even mad, I ain't upset
If you in yo feelings, get it off yo chest
If you not then, you can save ya breath
You ain't even gotta talk me to death
Do me a favor, keep it to yourself
I ain't ya friend so I don't speak
Learned lessons, but I don't teach
Got real niggas, and they don't leech
Got real ones may they rest in peace
I gotta brick
I gotta bitch
I'm always crip
Finger don't slip
Walk with a dip
Leg gotta limp
Move like a pimp
Smooth like a pip
Ooo I got the drip
Ooo I got the drip
Ooo I got the drip
Unh unh unh
I gotta brick
I gotta bitch
I'm always crip
Finger don't slip
Walk with a dip
Leg gotta limp
Move like a pimp
Smooth like a pip
Ooo I got the drip
Ooo I got the drip
Ooo I got the drip
Unh, unh, unh
I got the drip
I got the drip
Writer(s): Jessica Mclean
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