So What Bitch?

So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?

The white vest on my neck is platinum, ice
Fuck around bitch going straight up then die
I gotta reaper this choppa feel nice
Tryna make twenty back in a price
Look at this shit, used to make money off tricks, now I be fucking yo bitch
I’m in the backroom, they like, “What’s that tune?”
Bitch, I be making the musical gift
Outta my mind, committing them crimes
Get out my way, is you tryna die?
I be focused on my music in time
I wake up and write some muhfucking lines

Give my cash up for that bag
Give my cash up for that bag

Give my cash, give my cash, give my cash
Give my cash, give my cash, give my cash

I’ma roll еm, smoke em in that fucking pack
Fuck three run it back
Got me yеah some cash
Now I put that in the sack
I don’t fuck with cops, they some fucking opps
I be on the block, switching Glocks
Loading up two shots, put that on the drop
Look at my shit when I stop
I got a .40 this shit finna pop
Run every lot, who wanna talk?
I just want get me some gas and that guap
Paper shut a motherfucker
Thinking this shit is a game like a busta
Got me some diamonds like bitch, I’m big hustler
I got two checks, like a nigga, you fucked up

So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?
So what bitch, So what bitch?