Don't know what you thought this was
But you gonna have to die about it
Fuck up the place with blood
Who you calling a bitch?
This bitch run shit so you best run
This bitch no play, this bitch know guns
This bitch no die, you this bitch son
This bitch gon' be the last one
(This bitch boss)
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy you not shit
(This bitch boss)
She came in the game no flex, finna leave the game with yo rep
(This bitch boss)
Call her out, her name wrong step, step up, gut you, then dip
(This bitch boss)
Come in talking that shit
And you gonna have to die about it
Who the fuck want war?
Come through killing everything
Leave the credits for the boards
Yeah I'm talking billboards
Type of shit you can't afford nigga
I'm runnin' laps 'round these bitches
When I'm bored nigga
Silent killers get it poppin nigga gang gang
Got my foot up in your ass like a g-string
Since we talking better send a straight deposit
I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit
You feel me? I've been the boss
Kill 'em off never say shit
Bitches better miss me with that fake shit
Forgive me if I'm blind
'Cause I only got my mind on the mil'
I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal
Said I'm looking for the pen
I ain't tryin to make amends yeah
I see the money talk you ain't even making sense
Keep a killer on my right killer Cam what we finna do
Knock these bitches off
And that's simply for the principal
(This bitch boss)
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
(This bitch boss)
She came in the game no flex, finna leave the game with yo rep
(This bitch boss)
Call her out, her name wrong step, step up, gut you, then dip
(This bitch boss)
Come in talking that shit
And you gon' have to die about it
Runnin' thangs you been a lame
But never mind my forte
I call this shit my beauty shop
'Cause bitch press like Jorge
Stick a pull you better bop
That penny pipe, no crack rocks
Back to back like ass shots
And still made it my mascot
I double dutch on hot shit
And bleed him out his wallet
When I'm done with him no leftovers
Just cut them off no pockets
Can't call me out my name nigga
Just kill shots and gang gang
Don't start shit that's suicide
Like lighter fluid and propane
Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes
I call this shit my antidote
And rock it like its tie-dye
A playa, but I been awoke
Like mama when it's bedtime
Drop 'em like a bar of soap
And fuck a nigga west side
Can't never get to comfortable
'Cause I ain't got no mercy for him
Put him in my body bag
Just like I got the Birkin on him
Fuck you thought this shit was?
Second guess your taste buds
I took the spot
It's game over never mind who next up
(This bitch boss)
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
(This bitch boss)
She came in the game no flex, finna leave the game with yo rep
(This bitch boss)
Call her out, her name wrong step, step up, gut you, then dip
(This bitch boss)
Come in talking that shit
And you gon' have to die about it
Do you like scary movies, what's your favorite?
That phone sex the problem you should stay with
The pillow talking can get you carted away quick
You murder artists come harder shouldn't say shit
'Less you ready to back it up why you play with
The fairer sex fairly quick get your brain split
Full sets stuck in your chest with grace
'96 Neve Campbell the TV set on your face shit
(This bitch boss)
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
(This bitch boss)
She came in the game no flex, finna leave the game with yo rep
(This bitch boss)
Call her out, her name wrong step, step up, gut you, then dip
(This bitch boss)
Come in talking that shit
And you gonna have to die about it
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