Lyrics Bitch Please - Bex 702

Flow so sick I got the potion
Don't trip hold this
I'm back in Motion
Toke it
Smoking So high I'm toasted
Coastin
Hoe shit no fucks I'm boastin'
Woa kid
So thick but patience so thin
Go fig' Both twins i brought them both in
So pimp yo' chick jus popped it open
Oh shit that's BEXXX she bout to go in!

I'm on that new shit
Rude shit
Mood flipped
I don't give 2 shits
Coming through, move bitch!
I'm rockin' new kicks
New fits, too sick
Who's this? Dudes chick?
Na playa you wish

All the facts are stacked against me
Always strapped with a tactic to attack me
How they cackling, as they act to back me
Fuck that, watch how fast the clap back gon be! Ha!

New me
So sue me
I'm Boujie
Choosy
You dudes can not schmooze me
Truly unruly I'm looney
Murdered out Benz
The panda and snoopy
Turn Em to fans
They Stand up and 'woo' me
Not a star yet, but
I got the groupies
And still might steal ya boo thing
Like, Oopsies! ya man jus got roofied

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

Platinum, this album gon' flatten em
Capped em, these cats I out rap em
Laugh when I grab and dash
Pull a fast one
Act dumb, trap one, then take the cash, run
Pass front
I snapped on the track son
Blast 'em
I trash talk you whack bums
They can't catch up
Still tryna latch on
Man, I done lapped em twice and gift wrapped 'em

My reason to be
Is to Breeze on the beat
Y'all Been sleepin on me
Makin this so easy for me

I ain't the same bitch
I am that deranged bitch
Vain bitch
You ain't talkin money ain't talkin my language
Ain't playin' bitch
I'm the one the fuck you pay bitch
I'm the one everybody wanna rage wit
But when I come through
You Betta tuck yo chain bitch uh!

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

I hit em where it's sunny (Uh)
Ghetto playboy bunny (Heyyy)
Sticky sweet like honey
Yummy all up in ya tummy (Ahhh)
Now tell me how u love me (Mmm)
So lyrical and cunning (Ye)
I got more Rap than mummy
Man, Nobody seen me comin? (Oh!)
Fuck it now I ain't frontin (Na)
I'm Only wit the stunting (Chea)
It's for that gold I'm gunnin (Ha!)
N imma tell u something (What)
I couldn't make the running (Oh)
And u know what's so funny? (Huh)
Get a little money
Now they Runnin from me

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

Bitch please!
U dont know me!
(You don't know me, d-d-dont know me)

We ain't homies
That was the old me

I couldn't make the running
Now they running from me
Ha
Ain't it funny?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Get a little money
Now they runnin from me
Ain't it funny?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Run bitch run bitch run!
Run bitch run bitch run bitch!
Bitch please!