Lyrics Spiteful - Jordan D. Mitchell

Bitch, I'm feeling spiteful (Bitch!)
I might kill my rivals (Damn!)
They dead on arrival
Bitch Im feeling spiteful (Bitch!)
I might kill my rivals (Damn!)
They dead arrival
Empty out the clip we ain't equal bitch (Bitch!)
Chopper bring the sirens, yeah they lethal bitch (Bitch!)
Micheal Myers with my vatos, we be slaying shit (Damn!)
My blade is automatic on that A.I shit (Bitch!)

You could be next on hit list (Next on the hit list)
I got shawty wet, she gon leave kid (she gon leave kid)
I just made an eGirl pay for dick (Pay for dick!)
She brought all her friends I had to swim (They let me hit)
She cheating on her Mans and I'm robbing him (I'm robbing him)
I'm a get these bands and never calll again (Never call again)
She said I was the best I don't acknowledge it (Don't acknowledge it)
She said I think love you, bitch it's common sense (it's common sense)
Please, Please don't aggravate me
Please, Please don't try to fade me
Please, please don't try waste me
Please, please pray before the choppa sing

Bitch, I'm feeling spiteful (Bitch!)
I might kill my rivals (Damn!)
They dead on arrival
Bitch Im feeling spiteful (Bitch!)
I might kill my rivals (Damn!)
They dead arrival
Empty out the clip we ain't equal bitch (Bitch!)
Chopper bring the sirens, yeah they lethal bitch (Bitch!)
Micheal Myers with my vatos, we be slaying shit (Damn!)
My blade is automatic, on that AI shit (Bitch!)

Caught a nigga slipping so we lowered city digits
Ya mama thinking ya missing till she look outside kitchen
We don't leave a witness, I did not commit this
Catch yo name on paper then we know who the snitch is
Black a1 for the funds hoe (Bitch)
Pull up to yo crib at the front door (Bitch!)
12 be on my case 1984
If they kill my ass burn the city hoe (Hoe!)
We don't do liars, that's a no no (That's a no no)
Fucking up my vibe, that's a no no (That's a no no)
Shawty dance on my stick, like a pogo (Like a pogo)
Shawty land on the stick for the promo (for the promo)
Choosing up on me that's a no no (That's a no no)
Bitches want the beef cook it slow hoe (Cook it slow hoe)
Fuck the police that's my motto (That's my motto)
Talk is hella cheap so don't speak hoe (Don't speak hoe)

Tell me why you ran off
Tell me why you never returned my calls
Tell me why I piss you off so damn much
Tell me why you never wanna make love
Please give me a reason not to give up
Please give me a reason not to lose trust
Please give me a reason not to mess up
Please give me a reason not to call her