Gladys Knight

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, whew Alright Bitch, me be-, yeah, alright Bitch, me, yeah, hmm, hmm Bitch, me being, like a, yeah (ShittyBoyz) Huh, uh, yeah (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) [Verse] Bitch, me being broke like a fish sinking Bro dropped detergent in the pop, he ain't dish cleaning Could do Adidas shorts, but I'm Amiri ripped jeaning Feel like Michael when I'm jack chasing, tell a bitch, "Beat it" She ain't gotta ask where I'm at, I'm where pape' be Heard he want the smoke, so I let his bitch face me Middle fingers out the Trackhawk, let 'em chase me You rich and me broke? That's two things that can't be Walk his ass down, leave him holier than matrimony Put them go-getters on his ass if the bastard owe me Feel like Dolly Parton in this bitch, got them racks up on me Can't stop me from scoring, even if your ass a goalie New season drip from Revive, you can ask Jake I done seen more of your bitch guts than an ashtray Left every single bitch I had with the sad face Dude take care of all the opps, he ain't blast Drake I like bad hoes, I like rich bitches I make fast pros, I got big chicken Fanny pack on, it's a stick in it Yeah, the mag' long, Glock clip extended Only thing my dogs know is bite, all my pigs vicious Gang hardheaded, start fighting, let the blick finish If she ain't a ten, then I can't even put my dick in it Only eat exquisite, I could never touch a McChicken Bro ripped the Rick shirt clean off a opp back Opposite Day the only time that I'm not strapped I can guarantee you one thing, this is not that Pop opps, pop bad hoes, and I pop tags All I see is pape', both eyeballs got bags Every last one of them a bitch, think my opps' drags Lil' bro be scoring on the opps, he do not pass You ain't even got the juice for real, you a shot glass Saying you don't care about that bitch, but you mad inside 'Til I touch a hundred thousand M's, I ain't satisfied Ain't no makeup in my bitch purse, only cash inside Bop with the yiddies, let it sing like it's Gladys Knight Tron tee, got a VX in the back of mine Wipe your nose like a Kleenex if you lacking, slime I be singing to the iPhones, Jackson 5 Shittalking, rude lil' fuck, that's my rapper side You don't see me with it 'less my dick in her facehole I ain't slowing down through this bitch like my brake's broke Lil' Spanish tryna fuck 'cause I got pesos Bro popped a forty-one, he feeling like he payroll Buffs white as fuck, got the mayo face Pop his head up, leave a opp with the Faygo face Green tips, 7.62s, this a rainbow Drac' Gotta lead my niggas to success, I'ma pave the way [Outro] Ain't no cap, you know, yeah, ayy, ayy No cap, you know I'ma pave the way Yeah, bitch, yeah