Bitch Please Lyrics

Who wanna catch dis

Bitch please, you must be smokin rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Fucker please you must be smokin rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Drop it like... oh yeah

That's so trashy

How low can you go,

How dirty can you get... nasty f..cker

Drug through the dirt

Razor cut that eight milimeter make it hurt

Chain sleaze leather face

Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks

Kill it, kill it,

Kill it, kill it

Hit it, f..ck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da

Curb

Shut it down

Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again... quazar game

Maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

(Bitch please)

When shit goes down

I'll be there

Wit my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road ghost ridin ta hell f..ck if

I care... who wanna catch my droze

Give a f..ck blood

I aint goin nowhere

Templar night and day, live an die by the code, code of the street, how ta

Stay in the zone, how I own it and freak it to da base of da bone

I am the darkness creeping through your system

The lash of da whip

Cracking every bitch

Into position

Workin ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, your

Subwoofers are melting... hear a bitch say why's he yelling

Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip

Cause blood bath

(Bitch please)

Cuz I run this lik

Like dogtown ripped

That raw shit like none other

Low down dirty shit

Shot off this hip

Death grips, mothafucka

Please, you must be

Smokin rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't