Bitches

Locked and loaded... yeah

(This is funeral music)

Jesus Christ

(Cause you're dead bitch)

(Uh-huh)

(You're dead bitch)

(Uh-huh)

(You're dead)

Yo

I put nails in the coffins of bitches

I swear to me, I'm so off of these bitches

My flow sick, I should cough on these bitches

And I don't mean just her, I mean each and every all of these bitches

I hate talking to bitches

Like for real, who be calling these bitches?

See, y'all gon' make me straight stall on these bitches

They cartoon characters, where's the

Umbrella for all of these bitches?

Little bald headed bitches

I gets fresh, I hit the mall on these bitches

See, I be really tryna ignore these bitches

But it's crazy, they be tryna support these bitches

Knowing Sheezus Christ nicer than all these bitches

As soon as I start to forming these bitches

They like, "Squa, I should do a song with these bitches"

I'ma start with straight shots, play the wall on these bitches

And then cop bottles and pour it on these bitches

I'm saying though, how many more of these bitches?

Two I gotta finish, I'm destroying these bitches

Ho thinks she Barbie, I toy with these bitches

Then throw 'em in the garbage when I'm annoyed with these bitches

I be everywhere, I ain't avoiding these bitches

See, I don't even care, I'll go to war with these bitches

Break the jaws of these bitches, mop the floor with these bitches

And it won't take long, it's only like four of these bitches

Rem!

Yeah

It's not a game

It's hip hop game

Jesus Christ