All These B*tches

I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas I got V12 sittin' on rims and I parked the bull back in my Benz Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it 'cause it's my friend Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin Diamond jeans cost an M&M, why? So bright cut off a limb Look at me then look at him Hard top Bentley, Bentley rims Fucked two sisters wet the crib In a drop top dunk I broke the rims Back to back bitch call them twins Got a hard top X and a drop top M Call me iceberg slim can't fuck with him 2k on weed-hell, that's a deal 5k on lean, I'm leanin' now Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreamin' now Your girlfriends a semen demon Big Guwop she screamin' out Drop top Rarri showin' cleavage, I'm on Cleveland, call it Bleveland Knocked your bitch don't need no reason Take my bitch then call it even (it's Gucci) I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga You die, you hit forgis, that's on shawty, nigga We don't trust these bitches or these niggas Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas Nigga tried to knock me off But these niggas extra soft How the hell you just start robbin'? Come and try and test a boss Played the hand that I was dealt 40 make you patty melt I don't send no niggas, dawg, I do that shit by myself Co-defendant that's a no Can't have that shit fly in court One thing about young juice my Niggas spied the pussy like a scope Since you pussy I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat Killa-killer, murder-murder Flip that nigga like a burger I don't shoot for legs so you know ain't no attempted murder And Young Juice man stay with fire Make me put you on a burner Smoke you like a cancer stick Make your mom and them alone Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you bologna Born to go to war, man you got me talkin' like I'm Kony I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all their numbers, I don't call these bitches No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga You die, you hit forgis, that's on shawty, nigga We don't trust these bitches or these niggas Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas