Текст песни My Other Bitch - Atg JayDee

CEO just hit my phone about another lick
Actin' like it's you know damn well that's yo brudda shit
Catch him out in traffic I'm a smack him with my brudda blick
You can't fuck my main hoe
But you can prolly fuck my other bitch
Told the bitch that I don't want the pussy
You can suck the dick
Nigga said that I ain't got no money, what the fuck is this
And not no counterfeit nigga say I'm lackin
And he cap I'm out of town with it

Never heard that you don't even know what that mean
And this Glock19, got a flash, not a beam
See a opp inside the club and ATG fuck up the scene
Beat the pussy just like boxing,
She a never get a ring
She a freak, she fuck the team
So that lil bitch can't get a thing
Come out the cut hittin that switch
And hit him up just like steam
Talking money but ain't got two hunnid
What the fuck you mean
He think he wanna beef
Until we put a nigga in his dreams

Go to sleep lately I been on that drank
I think I need a 4 to sleep
It's crazy how this nigga pop it
Last time I checked he owing me
Lil hoe you can't do shit for me,
Get the fuck you blowing me
And we still pop out with that mask,
What the fuck is quarantine

Yo pot'na died, and you gon cry,
And he gon cry with you too
Don't send the drop cuz you gon' die
Cuz we gon slide in a few
Bitch ain't no duckin' from this switch this bitch go doo doodoodoo
And I keep one up in the head
Boy, we gon shoot at em too

If we can't hop outside the car
Then imma shoot through the roof
My shooters bout it
I don't know about what yo shooters a do
Don't get caught at the sto'
Tryna go buy you a juice and a lou
Heard they all want it
When we catch em
Know that we gon shoot at the crew

Niggas say they want me gone,
Where the fuck you at
Pussy niggas cappin' bitch,
You know I'm posted on that west
Quick to up the drac,
I advise you do not disrespect
Let off 50 in five seconds
You know them switches make a nigga wreck

Now we back riding pot'na got hit up
The otha' month that nigga back slidin
Sending bullets in that muthafuckin
Field just like Matt Ryan
You see the rap ain't work back
Then tell me why the fuck you back tryin
Just pulled out my phone and turned it on
And it is that time
You know that bitch a freak
But I can't lie
That lil Nat fine
Shouldn't even said shit stupid bitch,
You not that fine
Flipped the nigga out the game
Cuz he ain't scored and it's halftime
When we fuck you can't get nothing to eat
Don't touch, cuz you cant have mine

CEO just hit my phone about another lick
Actin' like it's you know damn well that's yo brudda shit
Catch him out in traffic I'm a smack him with my brudda blick
You can't fuck my main hoe
But you can prolly fuck my other bitch
Told the bitch that I don't want the pussy
You can suck the dick
Nigga said that I ain't got no money, what the fuck is this
And not no counterfeit nigga say I'm lackin
And he cap I'm out of town with it

Yo potna died and you gon cry
And he gon' cry with you too
Don't send the drop cuz you gon 'die
Cuz we gon slide in a few
Bitch ain't no duckin' from this switch
This bitch go doo doodoodoo
And I keep one up in the head
Boy we gon' shoot at em too