She Going

[Chorus: Yung Booke & Future]

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]

Took your bitch right off your arm

That was [?] no alarm

She leaving you, hard to put on

Can't have her right back bro, king kong

I got your bitch and she goin' for what I be tellin' her

Scoop her up every time I'm in the area

Fuckin', no kisses, etcetera, etcetera

Invite her friend, yeah the more, yeah the merrier

She ain't even pick up the phone

Company there but keep sayin' she alone

These bitches doggin', I'm just tryna bone

Man I do the right thing even though it seem wrong

I got your bitch in my whip

Now she pourin' my syrup and rollin' my reefer

She a gangsta lil bitch like that Belly ho Keisha

Yeah she be there when I need her

Knew she'd be there 'fore you know

Why you all in your feelings? you can't feel a stroke

I'ma smoke my whole blunt and won't ask her to smoke

Thought about all the dicks on the lip and that throat

But, I'ma fly out for the weekend

TMZ caught a pic, we was sneaking

Thought you knew it, with your ho from the begin

Half the time we together we be freaking

[Chorus: Yung Booke & Future]

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret, I'm tellin' ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

[Verse 2: Future]

I got a gang of lil foreigns

She know the style is important

She know I done already won

I spend hundreds on her like ones

Ain't no tricking with her when I kick it with her

Just a pair of Christian Louboutin's

Chanel bags on her arm

I pull up and scoop her like Uber

Got one in the Ruger

She want a life with young Super

She want that ice like young Super

She took advice that I gave her

From Gucci to Birky, I basically raised her

From time after time she proved that she'll always be mine

Stay on my lines

Stay on my lines, man she text and she call all the time

[Chorus: Yung Booke & Future]

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going

I hit your ho on the regular

It ain't no secret I'm telling ya

I got your bitch and she going

I got your bitch and she going