[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Bitch
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Hook]
Quit all of that woofin', boy
I’m not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth
You ain't come to bang it out, should’ve kept your bitch-ass in the house
I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh
Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?
Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees
Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew
When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)
I'm with my money, I’m with my brothers
Either way, I’m with some Gs (That's right)
[Verse]
Two Gs on the belt, Gucci Gang, I’m with my brothers trappin', mane
Look like a throwback, Gucci Mane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck a Cuban, this a Gucci link
No bitch can make my ego shrink
I'm all that in the kitchen sink (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Say, girl, mane your attitude stank
My bitch, she bad, coochie pink, I say, "Bae, let me take a peek"
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Come here)
I'm in my bag, it’s double-G
Them niggas hatin' on a P, but, bae, that is not news to me
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch see me poppin', talkin' 'bout, "Clock it"
In my section, with my 'migos, finna take off like a rocket (Go, go)
G22 on my hip, he play ‘round in this bitch, I pop it
Yeah, you shouldn't even if when you up, you gotta cock it, bitch
Yeah, ain't no [?], bitch, you still the same ho
No matter how many times you say it, you still the same, though
I could change up on a bitch like I change clothes
Fuck deleting my number, tell that bitch forget my name, ho
[Hook]
Quit all of that woofin', boy
I'm not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth
You ain't come to bang it out, should've kept your bitch-ass in the house
I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh
Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?
Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees
Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew
When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)
I'm with my money, I'm with my brothers
Either way, I'm with some Gs (That's right)
Quit all of that woofin', boy
I'm not tryna talk iit out, so, lil' bitch, close your mouth
You ain't come to bang it out, should've kept your bitch-ass in the house
I don't know 'bout Thug 'n' them, but it's never fuck the streets, uh
Shoutout to J, mane, but we push different types of Ps, huh, what?
Bitch, I'm David with the sling, I bring a John to his knees
Got .556 and .223s, hear that phew
When them hollows fly by, bet they feel the breeze (Get down)
I'm with my money, I'm with my brothers
Either way, I'm with some Gs (That's right)