Lyrics

Yo Tre, pour me the fuck up, yeah? Tre Trax, I think we got one Blah, blah, blah You talkin' all that shit but you don't wanna motherfuckin' fight I got my nails on but I still bang a bitch It's Trax season bruh Bitch, bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet, I ain't playin' (nah) Bitch, bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet, I ain't playin' (nah) I'll lean a bitch, got the ho doin' a limbo (hoo) Two piece I slice a bitch like my name was Kimbo I don't play with blasters bitch, you better watch your kids ho The truth hurts sis like my name was Lizzo Puff, puff, pass, you do not want the smoke I might smile, I might laugh but this shit ain't a joke (for real) Bitch, don't get popped 'cause you tryna poke Don't want your folks in all black? I advise you stay woke I wanna single-file line and a bitch better stay in they lane This ain't no competition, Mulatto already won the rap game And I'm still sittin' on money that I had 'fore the fame You bustin' shots but what's the Point of bustin' at a bitch with no aim? Bitch, bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet I ain't playin' (you don't want no smoke, bitch) Bitch, bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet, I ain't playin' (nah) Oh, you don't like me bitch? Well that's just too bad Why you want beef sis? 'Cause bitch, I want cash All you bitches bombs miss (bomb), y'all goin' out sad All you bitches my sons (huh) but I don't wanna be a dad (Nicki) Now that's word to Nicki A kiss but no hickey, pay homage and go take a seat On a scale, one to ten I'm always gon' win, you bitches can never compete All I do is win, now take that shit in Run your mouth, knock you out of your cleats No Dwayne, no Wade, they throwin' this shade But a bitch still be breakin' the heat (Miami) High mileage on these hoes 'cause these bitches burnt out Go through the crowd with a blindfold, I'm a bitch with no doubts I'm Mike Tyson in the booth (bang), bitch now that's a knockout I'm comin' through, shake the room, bitch, you better watch out Bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet, I ain't playin' (nah) Bitch, bang, bang, bang, what you gon' do? (bang, bang) I'm wit' the gang, gang, gang, bitch we comin' through (gang, gang) You tough in the comments, I'm right here, what you sayin'? You tough in the tweets, ain't shit sweet, I ain't playin' (nah) One internet bitch, two internet bitch, three internet bitch That's all y'all hoes do is talk shit on motherfuckin' line But how 'bout when I'm in your motherfuckin' face bitch? I'm your worst motherfuckin' nightmare Stop playin' with me you pussy ass hoes and you pussy ass nigga Piss poor pie ass motherfuckin' hoes Saucy Santana in this bitch, bang, bang, bang
Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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