Текст песни On That Bitch - Robb Bank$ , Craig Xen , Kid Trunks

Ayy
Let me take a sip of this motherfucking water
Ooo
My throat hurt
Adam on the Track
Gling, gling, gling, gling
Huh
Gling, gling, gling, gling
Huh
Ayy, huh, bitch
Oh, hey, yuh, Craig, ayy
Say wassup bitch, oh oh like a bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
I rip dick, in that bitch
.25 cal, in yo shit
Why's you runnin, you a bitch
Where you was at when your homies was hit
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
In her clit, with that stick
Ayy
On that bitch
Pimpin on that vitch
Tell that air-head flip it, hell yeah, get me rich
Make that pussy pop, lil bop, poppa need the guap
Remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a
Oh, that's your daughter? Xen do not a
Give fucks about nothing but the dollars
Ayy, wassup, pimping on them sluts
Yellow boned bitches working tricks to get my bucks up
Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit
Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
Pop a dick, in your bitch
Nigga, you a crime, I'm a motherfucking [?]
I don't want cat, she don't want nip
I'mma put my hand all over, paw prints
Two Face, Harvey, with no dent
I pull up in a Rarri, shitting on a bitch
Niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps
I pay you in clout, he gon' pay you in rent
I just pulled up in the double R
And you know a nigga double park that bitch
Phone [?] reflection
Like god damn, you a star, lil bitch
Yeah, I know I started with some Ss
But I'm finna end it with an R, lil bitch
Take what you got, put the Glock to your mom
That's why the hood call me Robb, lil bitch
Slap said, "Don't slap a nigga"
Femto talk that talk
Been on the [?] for three days, on replay
Fuck nigga you don't measure up
Wet dick, blue C with a crip bitch
New drip, y'all niggas can't get a drop
Got a mamacita, dyke, man, on a perc
[?] keep playing, [?] I'mma pull my dick out
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
On that, bitch
I put my dick in that bitch
Pussy get wet, I might slip
Might break my hip
Niggas they talking that shit
Don't really care, 'cause, we getting rich
Smoking that weed, THC Mist, huh, disappear quick
Talking that shit, you might have to get that motherfucking fist
Came with a drop, came with a drip
Came with a bitch, came with a bad one
I came with a fifth, so much smoke I came out the mist
Fucking your bitch, and she came with her homie
Came with that holy, she came with that moly
I came with that bread, I came with the cannoli
Want my chips with the new guacamole