Yo Bitch Lyrics

I hop in that whip then I head to yo bitch house

She let me in and you know I don't pull out

Dumb with the shit so I guess I'm a fool now

Yo girl on my grill so I guess it's a cookout

They say "cool down", but I stay hot with the shit

I don't wear designer, but she like my fit

Tryna drink on my spit

But I must admit

I don't want yo bitch pass her ass to the clique

Call me Kyrie on the play cause I'm breaking niggas legs

Nigga talk shit take a clip to the head

If I bring out the bag then you know a nigga's dead

Nigga's wit a bitch but I'm all about the bread

Take a nigga's bitch and I fuck her in his bed

I say this her phys. ed

She tryna give some head

Stopped her right there and said "open your legs"

But she surprised a nigga when she went and threw it back

Turnin on her music and she played my soundtrack

She got me runnin' laps

While she make that ass clap

Can't respond to yo snap

So you called her on FaceTime

It won't connect cause she hit that decline

Now you out of your mind

While I'm in her mouth like I was her canine

Sayin' I taste divine

I say you know better than to talk with your mouth full

She wants some more cause she know I'm a young bull

Yeah I'm that dude

Yeah I'm real cool

Dive in that shit like it's a swimming pool

She wants it rough so I had to get rude

If I want it I get it cause I got that pull

So I

Hop in that whip then I head to yo bitch house

She let me in and you know I don't pull out

Dumb with the shit so I guess I'm a fool now

Yo girl on my grill so I guess it's a cookout

They say "cool down", but I stay hot with the shit

I don't wear designer, but she like my fit

Tryna drink on my spit

But I must admit

I don't want yo bitch pass her ass to the clique

I try to keep it cool but just know I can make it hot

Tinted black windows when I'm cruisin' down yo block

Niggas always wantin'something that they don't got

But you can't have my flow so nigga please just stop

Where I'm from you won't make it you'd be outlined in chalk

You talk it

I walk it

Yo bitch she be flocking

Shorty be tryna hop into my cockpit

Thought you had her cuffed but nigga I am a locksmith

Just watch this, taught yo bitch some new tricks

Got her ridin' on top while she doin' the splits

For you she prolly never did nothing like this

But we did what we did so I'm calling it quits

Then I

Hop in that whip then I head to yo bitch house

She let me in and you know I don't pull out

Dumb with the shit so I guess I'm a fool now

Yo girl on my grill so I guess it's a cookout

They say "cool down", but I stay hot with the shit

I don't wear designer, but she like my fit

Tryna drink on my spit

But I must admit

I don't want yo bitch pass her ass to the clique