Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Young & FBG Dutchie] Bitch (Uh-yeah) Hmph (Skrrt-doo-doo) Uh-yeah Hoo, huh, hoo [Chorus: FBG Young] Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch [Verse 1: FBG Young] This watch is anemic; the Glock, I didn't leave it I up it, I show it, I "blow" it, I squeeze it It'll leave your ass leaking, it'll leave your ass reeking Huh! Bitch! I just stepped in some Pasta, same color as lasagna Eatin' steak and the lobsters with Gangsters and Mobsters They'll kill your whole roster, they'll smoke you like robbers AKs, SKs, HK — kill a nigga with them three 'K's Get to shootin' like it's 2K Double-back, that's a replay Them hollows, they eatin' ya as soon as they greetin' ya Pull up on 'em, let it ring like they Meat'n' ya Dick-eating nigga, but it's flat like it's meetin' ya I guess the nigga came late 'cause we leavin' 'em Heurgh! (Bitch) [Chorus: FBG Young] Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch [Verse 2: FBG Young] (Ayy, ooh) That Glock like my booty That bitch be my Ken Folk That bitch hold a camera I shoot 'til December (Skrrt-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) (Ooh, huh?) I just want my wrist cold like winter I need some Do 'Em like where is my blender? I'm bougie like bitches, they take me to dinner Got bodies on bodies, I'm shootin' like comets I'm ten toes with guns, I'm bangin' like Compton I come through, I'm scoring, they think I'm poor do gravy I'm eatin' off Birds, they thinkin' I'm Osby Huh? Ayy, pull up, foreign, the Draco with me Ain't talking 'bout Soulja, this bitch is so real It hit ya 9 times like 50, bitch [Chorus: FBG Young] Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch Bitch, I just bought a new Choppa This bitch fold up proper This bitch hot as lava My neck on Alaska and you got Money problems Spend bands on my gear I been swagged since a Yungeen I designer my toddler If I get scared, I let the Glock holler I'm like Mr. Krab, I need every dollar, bitch