On That Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Trunks] Ayy Let me take a sip of this motherfucking water Ooo My throat hurt Adam on the Track Gling, gling, gling, gling Huh Gling, gling, gling, gling Huh Ayy, huh, bitch Oh, hey, yuh, Craig, ayy Say wassup bitch, oh oh like a bitch Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Kid Trunks] On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) [Verse 1: Kid Trunks] I rip dick, in that bitch, .25 cal, in yo shit Why's you runnin, you a bitch Where you was at when your homies was hit On that, bitch, on that, bitch In her clit, with that stick Ayy [Verse 2: Craig Xen] On that bitch, pimpin' on that vitch Tell that air-head flip it, hell yeah, get me rich Make that pussy pop, lil bop, poppa need the guap Remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a Oh, that's your daughter? Xen do not a Give fucks about nothing but the dollars Ayy, wassup, pimping on them sluts Yellow boned bitches working tricks to get my bucks up Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit [Chorus: Kid Trunks] On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) [Verse 3: Robb Banks] Pop a dick, in your bitch Nigga, you a crime, I'm a motherfucking prison I don't want cat, she don't want nip I'ma put my hand all over, paw prints Two Face, Harvey, with no Dent I pull up in a 'Rari, you sitting on a bench Niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps I pay you in clout, he gon' pay you in rent I just pulled up in the double R And you know a nigga double park that bitch Phone like to talk to his reflection Like god damn, you a star, lil' bitch Yeah, I know I started with some Ss But I'm finna end it with an R, lil' bitch Take what you got, put the Glock to your mom That's why the hood call me Robb, lil' bitch Slap said, "Don't slap a nigga", Femto talk that talk Been on the PJ for three days, on replay Fuck nigga you don't measure up Wet dick, blue C with a crip bitch New drip, y'all niggas can't get a drop Got a mamacita, dyke, man, on a perc ten Keep playing on me 'fore I pull my dick out [Chorus: Kid Trunks] On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh), on that, bitch (Huh) On that, bitch (Huh) [Verse 4: Kin$oul] I put my dick in that bitch, pussy get wet, I might slip Might break my hip, niggas they talking that shit Don't really care, 'cause, we getting rich Smoking that weed, THC Mist, huh, disappear quick Talking that shit, you might have to get that motherfucking fist Came with a drop, came with a drip Came with a bitch, came with a bad one I came with a fifth, so much smoke I came out the mist Fucking your bitch, and she came with her homie Came with that holy, she came with that moly I came with that bread, I came with the cannoli Want my chips with the new guacamole