Daz My Bitch

Well howdy partner its your old pal reid
Back wit a slap, that I know yall need
So roll the rug fo my bitch, or u gettin stuck
Blood stains aint showin on ya red pickup
I found a good one ma, and she as bad as they get
We go to saks ave fifth and she buys me hella shit
Every bill we split, but ima get the tip
Cuz back at my crib my bitch get the tip
We lookin royal eatin bomb ass pollo
I'm w bitch she sucks cleans and broils
Real thick she loyal, wraps scraps in foil
Meet her back at the pad and have a battle royale
Daz my bitch dawg, I think ya best back off
Look all u want ya want but ya betta keep ya hands off
Quit w the creepin mofucka u a grown ass man
Prolly mad cuz my bitch rollin with a real man
Dey call me terror, but my bitch pure evil
Speakin sweet like she wanna kill people
Shot jack n jill, we rolled they bodies down a hill
Enjoyed a lil meal, then we pop another pill
How dat feel?
Not one but two
I hold the gun, she shoot
And then we splittin all ya loot
Ain't a love song tho, I'm just lettin y'all know
Dat my bitch like a demon from below

Daz my bitch
We da illest in tha room
My bitch
Just two killaz from tha moon
My bitch
My lil mistress a doom
My bitch
The new mofuckaz inna tomb
Daz my bitch
And my bitch can ride
My bitch
I know she alwayz down to slide
My bitch
Yall betta run, beeta hide
Cuz wen I'm wit my bitch
Somebody boutta die