Bitch Please

Who wanna catch this
Who wanna catch this
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-
Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-

Drop it like... oh yeah
That's so trashy
How low can you go
How dirty can you get, nasty fucker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it
Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
Shut it down
Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again
Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

Bitch please
You must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-
Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-

When shit goes down
I'll be there
With my hand on my gun and my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell fuck if I care (Who wanna catch my droze)
Give a fuck blood
I ain't goin nowhere
Templar night and day, live an die by the code
Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone

I am the darkness creeping through your system
The lash of the whip
Cracking every bitch
Into position
Workin' ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out
Your subwoofers are melting, hear a bitch say why's he yelling

Who wanna catch this gun clap, shrapnel off me lip
Cause blood bath

Bitch please
You must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-
Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't-

'Cause I run this lick
Like dogtown ripped
That raw shit like none other
Low down dirty shit
Shot off this hip
Death grips, motherfucker

Please, you must be
Smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just dont stop
Bitch please