Bitch Who T.I. (Ft. Mac Boney)

[Intro]

[Chorus]
He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?)
He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?)
He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?)
I bet he gon' be quiet after that (Bitch who?)
That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?

[Verse 1]
Gangsters all sport just look
Shook, who me? I've never been nothing of the sort
Want the title? Buck for it, it's yours
Getting ignored 'cause you so piss-poor
Forced me to pull, kick doors, need mine on time
You could be sure shawty's gonna shine, trust
Left niggas in the dust, Trap Muzik
Try to let you catch up, but you niggas just suck, bad
Fall short, not enough swag
So I had to give you niggas so much gas
Get a maid costume and a broom 'cause you finna get
Swept off your feet tryna step up to me
I'll put your ass Down Under if it's left up to me
Like boomerangs and kangaroos, now tell me I ain't a fool
Stack money like jewels
Let a nigga take something from me, I refuse, who?
I'm so cool, rock my jewels wherever
Rob me? Dude, I dare ya
Have ya hats in a box and ya soul in the air
Say your prayers and say hello to Laya