Last week I beat my bitch up in the street for lying to me
She thought she caught a cutie, but didn't know the nigga knew me
He said he had one or two affairs with the boogabear
All a nigga can do is try to act like he don't fuckin' care
I was about to drop the hammer on this nigga
The grip hold all his wallet and he had my bitch's pictures
That undercover lover bullshit was now discovered
Can't wait to see this bitch, 'cause I'ma beat her ass in public
I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's
Even stepped to Poppa Duke's house to bring the drama
Lookin' up the block, yo, hold up, there goes that bitch
From a mile away, yo, I can tell my bitch is switch
So I ran up on her, "Hey, what's up? Bitch, I got a question
If you lie, this Smith and Wesson's gonna teach your ass a lesson
You ever fuck around on me before?"
"Hell no!"
"Uh!"
"Yo, what you hit me with that gun for?"
Bitch, why you lyin'? Bitch, you been cheatin'
Now I gots to give your motherfuckin' ass a beatin'
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherfuckin' jewelry, bitch, runnin'
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around, but nobody got outta place
No more heroics ("Hey, buddy") Ayo, money, don't get in this
("Hey, miss, you alright?") Motherfucker, mind your business
I'm bashin' her with the nine inches away from pullin' the trigger
But a nigga gotta hit her 'til I see her face get bigger
I'm sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol-whipped the bitch until her ass fell outta conscience
Now she's all bloodied up, layin' in there red shit
Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead bitch
The first time you play me is your last
So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Hey, mister mister, keep walkin' past
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass
I'm baggin' up mad shit, and puttin' it on the street
I never snort it, but I find myself shorted every weekend
Shit is disappearin' and I'm lookin' for the logic
Of why my shit gets lower every time I count the profit
It never fails, I give these bitches drugs to go back up
One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that shit adds up
So I'm layin' for the traitor
So I can put foot in they ass, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' bitch hater
So I'm peepin' out the spot for a week
If I catch one of these bitches stashin' bread, she'll be dead meat
I took her to the bathroom, tried to knock it
Feelin' on her ass, "Ayo, bitch, what's this in your pocket?"
"Aha, I finally caught your ass"
The bitch had my cash all rolled up inside her stash
She started coppin' a plea, but I ain't really tryna hear her
I snatched her by her hair and bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her down on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a nigga's ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
I hit the bitch like one more time and then I just said, "Fuck it"
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it
I rammed the dick inside of her mouth and tried to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot cum down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryna steal my cash
So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Hey, mister mister, keep walkin' past
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Hey, mister mister, keep walkin' past
Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass
Hey, mister
Hey, mister
Hey, mister
Hey, mister
