Bitch lyrics

[Intro]

Pussy nigga fix your face, what you lookin' at bitch?

What you lookin' at bitch? gang gang

Lud Foe, Boochie Gang bitch, LF 300 shit

You know how I'm rockin' nigga

YSN, young street nigga

Get your gun up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mopstick

[Pre-Chorus]

Ayy, pussy nigga fix your face, what you lookin' at bitch?

Chopper wet the shirt up like the laundromat bitch

Shoot a nigga in his mouth if he runnin' that bitch

You got them pounds in your house, we gon' run in that bitch

Dick hoes in the Ghost, I was stompin' that bitch

You put a ring on that ho, we be runnin' that bitch

And I ain't gotta cock it back, already one in that bitch

Hit the strip club, I just snuck one gun in that bitch

[Chorus]

I say bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch

Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy

You with the shits, bitch

'Bout my bread I'll toast you

She suck suck me into a comma

Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders

She did exactly what I told her, ayy

'Cause she my bitch

[Verse]

Niggas hidin' from me like he got a warrant

Stripper bitch so thick you see that ass from the front

You smokin' reggie, don't even try and pass me no blunt

I heard you diss me, now I'm outside slidin' on the hunt

She ate my dick for breakfast so I took her out for brunch

Got the city on my back but never mind my hunch

I've been doin' this shit so long, look all the time I punch

I just dropped an X pill in my Hawaiian Punch

I ball like Chris Paul, and John Wall

Your bitch ugly, Ruth Paul, aw naw

Aw naw, hell naw, hell naw

She's a dusty, dust her off, then get lost

My weed musty, I'm ride luxury with new exhaust

You gotta have expensive taste 'cause my dick cost

Finesse the plug, you shouldn't've trust me, I'm gettin' lost

You better be lucky, aim at his top, I tried to tear it off

He got hit with the seven-six-two

The doctor said he might not pull through

Now his family in the lobby and they crying

You think I give a fuck, bitch boo-hoo

'Cause by the time they got to him he was through

This chopper turn his niggas into house shoes

He put his nose in my motherfuckin' business

So I cut off his nostrils

Ayy this chopper knock a nigga out his mind

If you don't see me gettin' to this money then you're blind

I won't hesitate to take a nigga's life, he threaten mine

Baby bend that shit over, let me hit it from behind, ayy

Pass out, dope fiends in the long ass line

I can't keep my fingers off her 'cause she look so fine

Got my bitch titties did and it cost me a dime

You ain't fuckin' with me nigga, you should just stop trying

If you a snitch ass nigga, I don't fuck with your kind

But we heard you a bitch, turn a nigga lights out

All I did was hit the switch, suck my dick 'cause I'm rich

She put that brain on me good, she do all kind of tricks

Petite 'round my dick, doin' all kind of splits

I was really in the field doin' all kind of shit

I been ballin' for a long time, he's an analyst

Chopper hit his body, leavin' all kind of damages

Whole lot of red tape, all you hear is ambulance

You too sloppy on them hits, you be leaving evidence

You keep talkin' all that shit, we show up to your residence

Middle finger Donald Trump, yeah, fuck my president

Riding around with a long clip, check the measurement

Bitch my mind gone, still tryna find that shit

Wanna rob me, don't you even think 'bout tryin' that shit

Young street nigga, bitch I stand behind that shit

Baby bend it over, let me get behind that shit

Hit your block, shoot it up, then rewind that shit

Niggas hatin' on me, but I never mind that shit

I showed you niggas how to stunt, this the thanks I get?

I can count on both my hands how many licks I hit

She can count on both her hands how many dicks she licked

I got my four-five on me and this bitch got kick

Talkin' all that killin' shit, you niggas make me sick

Killed your homie in your face and you ain't do shit

You ain't slidin', you ain't ridin', you ain't gon' shoot shit

I'm ridin' sixes with a redbone, bow-leg bitch

We take a nigga head off like you owe that shit

I hit the club with thirty thousand, I'ma throw that shit

You fuck with me, I get you murdered and you know that shit

I rob you for your watch and chain, nigga load that shit

My weed come straight from California, nigga blow that shit

[Chorus]

Ayy, bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch

Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy

You with the shits, bitch

'Bout my bread I'll toast you

She suck suck me into a comma

Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders

She did exactly what I told her, ayy

'Cause she my bitch

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2018)