Текст песни Throw Dem Bitches - Scotty Cain feat. Zeke, Harley Ken, Mark Salute & Lil Ernest

Nigga we throw them bitches Mafia
My team flash racks
We got these niggas mad
I see yo bitch I flex just cuz she got a lot of ass
Nigga go to trippin
Bitch don′t make me flash
CainMusik an' 54 gon′ get on a nigga ass
We throw them bitches
Beat a nigga ass put him through the flo'
We throw them bitches
Fuck talking bitch Imma dive and break yo nose
We throw them bitches
He tryna' run? Get a nice grip to his clothes
Beat his ass out the do′
Get in that zone and act some mo′
We throw them bitches
Mafia
All I ever wanted was a stack that's full of hundreds
Mine gone, even thoughts, got me feeling ′hunned
Hurt my heart to see my brother Chad Cain wanted
Oh yeah, dude, imma' wack yo rattin′ ass for pointin'
Mobbin′ in the old school Monte Carlo
In all black, wack and never rat, we ain't no Marlo
Chopper wack, I'll up this bitch and knock off all yo car doors
My cousin Joseph from hittin′ licks, free bro Marco
Throw them bitches
My youngins throw them bitches
And beef? We throw bullets out the clips until they empty
I′m a menace, but bitch I'm still in it
Go get a nigga just for bringin′ me up in they mentions
Money? Bitch I get it, get a air bowl then flip it
Tryna jack? Bitch I got this Glock that got extensions
I don't think you niggas really with this like I′m with this
Chopper really school a nigga, call it early dismiss
Mafia
I got clutchin' habbits, so I got bustin′ habbits
Maneuver throw the city and the realluns' just for bustin at ya'
I told you don′t make me flash, don′t make me flash
See you done that bad, I gotta bust ya ass
Fuckin' ′round with Harley Ken I got my rollin' racks
Big stacks, I do numbers once I make it back? hollin′ fuck ya, you know I'm gonna do you
You see me in this chair, can′t fight I gotta shoot ya
Money can't be the fuckin' dope charge
Know some rich naggas from cocain behind bars
Two big meats, my nigga Cut was the sickest
He showed me how to make a meal ticket in the kitchen
Whip it up, Whip it up, Whip it up I′m tryna get rich
Now I live the fuckin′ life of a superstar
Yeah, I'm flashy, every night I′m in a different car
I ain't finna′ throw them bitches, finna kill ya boy
Get the business clear, Niggas pussy, I'm the only son
Catch him talkin this lil′ shit
Bat him in his front
I touched 20 bands
Then I went crazy, It's me, I'm mark
Valet park the ′vette at Nemus I am not a star, yeah
I be on yo bitch
I low-key yo bitch
She bought me some kicks
Then she got dismissed
I′m trainin', I′m trainin', I′m throwing like I'm Russel
Out his body, make him do Pilates on the muscle
What up?
A nigga know I keep a pocket full of C-Notes, Swisher fulla′ weed
A clip fulla' hollows to make you busters bleed
In the club wit a big ass pistol like, "Who gon' murder me?"
Put ya hands on me I bet I turn this to a murder scene
Glocks with beams, all us we be clutchin, Either that or choppas
All of them be ready to go bang at you and yo lil′ partners
Dreaded up like I′m a Rasta, but I'm out of Ghosttown
Play me, it′s gon' go down, send orders if you up clown