Lyrics Dfmb! - vengeance!

My bitch!
Yeah, she gone ride about a young nigga, yeah
My bitch, she gone die about a nigga
My bitch, yeah, she gone die behind that trigger, bleh!

My bitch, yeah, she gone die about a young nigga, aye, bleh
Aye, aye, huh
Quit playing fake, huh
Yeah, bitch, you fake huh, think this shit is a game?

Wanna reach for my spliff 'lil buddy, 'lil bitch, oh, you just can't, huh
Got glocks, they hot as the Summrs (She can't), they'll catch you, they'll leave you faint (She can't!)
Can't, can't stop falling in love
Chase, chase-

Chase, chase, yeah, we can't stop chasin' them funds
New switch, switch, switch, my bitch, she keep the guns
Click, click, clip, clip
My bitch do hair, she'll get you done (And, she-)

And, she like a mail man, send delivery shots up to your house
I'm like Chief Keef, got racks stuffed underneath my couch
And, if 12 come, tell her stuff that weed underneath her blouse
And, these hoes always "worried about my health"

Like "pussy bitch," just shut your mouth, huh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Aww, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
And, she'll free your soul, put you in that carriage, huh

Me and my bitch, just like a spliff, and a gram of weed, got natural marriage, huh
Come face me like a blunt, I D.A.R.E you to
She'll pass you it but, lace it, like hockey puck
You can draft me or trade me for a dollar bill, won't change for a buck

I'll crashout once and won't get enough
Lets play "Glock Glock Goose," you better duck, huh
I smoke back to back, pack to pack, don't give no fuck, huh
And my bitch a Nut Job, so I guess she really suck, huh

I got black and white changing on my body like Uncle Ruckus
Web her like (My-) Ochoa
Bitch!
Yeah, she gone ride about a young nigga, hm

My bitch, she gone die about a nigga, huh
My bitch, yeah, she gone die behind that trigger, bleh!
And my bitch, she finally free-
Show them damn feathers, bitch!

(My bitch, huh!)