[Chorus: WNC Whop Bezzy]
Bitch I'm sleep, fuck with me and get your ass beat
Jay got a Mustang, I copped a Jeep
Your bitch she want the D like she in heat
Even when I'm full, bitch I'ma eat
You know like a drain I'm in the streets
I'll leave you with a stain, ain't talking bleach
Bitch you gon' learn your lesson like I teach
Bitch I got on shades like I'm a geek
Bitch I'm smoking strong, you blowing weak
Plus you don't take care of your children, you deadbeat
All that fuckin' cryin', your son gon' get his dad beat
Shit I ain't bet a bitch since last week
Shit I ain't hit a lick since last night
Bitch don't dap me down, I ain't aight
You know I keep that strap like I'm a dyke
[Verse 1: Jay Lewis]
I just gave your bitch a bar
And when you be at work, I drive your car
I'm always outer space, think I'm a star
I'm always full of tabs
And your bitch, she be feelin' on my abs
She say I'm a lobster, you a crab
You gon' get your ass beat
Stomp you out and drag you to the street
Take your car and make you use your feet
Then slap one of your niggas
Bitch I got them bands, I got them figures
The club gon' let me in, gon' let me enter
Spray you like I got Raid
I don't need no gun, I got this blade
I don't wanna fuck, you might got AIDS
DJ Earl, you know you wrong
Fuckin' with them kids, you know you grown
You know you need to leave them children alone
Bitch you 'bout to make me flash
Finna get on your nerves like I'm a rash
You ain't poppin' bitch, you know you trash
And i'm just stating facts
If you don't like it, fuck it, we can scratch
Light your ass up like you was a match
Bitch I'm sleep, fuck with me and get your ass beat
Jay got a Mustang, I copped a Jeep
Your bitch she want the D like she in heat
Even when I'm full, bitch I'ma eat
You know like a drain I'm in the streets
I'll leave you with a stain, ain't talking bleach
Bitch you gon' learn your lesson like I teach
Bitch I got on shades like I'm a geek
Bitch I'm smoking strong, you blowing weak
Plus you don't take care of your children, you deadbeat
All that fuckin' cryin', your son gon' get his dad beat
Shit I ain't bet a bitch since last week
Shit I ain't hit a lick since last night
Bitch don't dap me down, I ain't aight
You know I keep that strap like I'm a dyke
[Verse 1: Jay Lewis]
I just gave your bitch a bar
And when you be at work, I drive your car
I'm always outer space, think I'm a star
I'm always full of tabs
And your bitch, she be feelin' on my abs
She say I'm a lobster, you a crab
You gon' get your ass beat
Stomp you out and drag you to the street
Take your car and make you use your feet
Then slap one of your niggas
Bitch I got them bands, I got them figures
The club gon' let me in, gon' let me enter
Spray you like I got Raid
I don't need no gun, I got this blade
I don't wanna fuck, you might got AIDS
DJ Earl, you know you wrong
Fuckin' with them kids, you know you grown
You know you need to leave them children alone
Bitch you 'bout to make me flash
Finna get on your nerves like I'm a rash
You ain't poppin' bitch, you know you trash
And i'm just stating facts
If you don't like it, fuck it, we can scratch
Light your ass up like you was a match
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