곡 정보

Buddha bless this beat
Bitch

Verse 1
Where my motherfucking sack
Why them 20s in the front
Why them 100s in the back
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag
I'm a fuckin' millionaire, I meant it Skrrt, skrrt
I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherfucking friends, I'ma do it Shoot
I'm that nigga with the Pew AK, I'ma shoot it Pew, pew, pew
I got bitches who in love like I'm Cupid Damn, damn
If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah

Chorus
Dead man walking Let's go
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Verse 2
Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin
Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'
Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Yo bitch a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean

Chorus
You a dead man walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking