All These B**ches (Explicit)

I got hard dick fall on these b**ches

I get all their numbers call these b**ches

No patience for their life just kiss my wallet b**ches

*s don't know nothing else saw these *s

I got a b**ch I send on runs I put the book back in my Benz

Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cause it's my friend

Breakin bricks down in my tent I got bills stacked to my chin

Dime of jewels cost that ni**a a nail watch yo boy cut off a limb

Look at me then look at him

Hard top Bentley Bentley rim

F**k 2 sisters with the cream

And I drop topped off I broke the rims

Back to back b**ch call them twins

Got a hard top X and a drop top M

Call my iceberg slim can't f**k with him

2K on w**d yeah that's a bill

If I 5K on lean I'm leanin now

Drunk to a whole price I'm a drink it down

Your girlfriend's a semen demon

Big Gwap she screamin out

Drop top Rari showing cleavage

I'm on Cleveland - call it believing

Knock your b**ch til I leave no reason

Take my b**ch and call it even

I got hard dick for all these b**ches

I get all their numbers I don’t call these b**ches

No patience for relations kiss my rarri b**ches

*s don’t know anything else all these *s

You can hold this 30 ounce for these *s

You die we hit 40 steps for shawty *s

We don’t trust these b**ches or these *s

Got the big face rollies 40 on us *s

Ni**a tried to knock me out

But these *s extra salt

How in the hell you just start robbin Come and try to test a boss

Play the hand that I was dealt

40 make you pay the mill

I don't send no *s dawg I do that sh*t by myself

Co-defendant that's a no

Play how that sh*t flyin cold

One thing bout yo jukebox ni**a spray the p**sy like a score

Since you p**sy I'm a send these hollow tips down yo throat

Killa killa murda murda flip that ni**a like a burger

I don't shoot for legs so you know ain't no tip in murder

And young Juiceman they were fine made me put you on the murder

Smoke you like a cancer stick

Make yo mama dimmeloner

Talkin all that tough talk

But yo a** know you baloney

Wanna go to war Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony

I got hard dick for all these b**ches

I get all their numbers I don’t call these b**ches

No patience for relations kiss my rarri b**ches

*s don’t know anything else all these *s

You can hold this 30 ounce for these *s

You die we hit 40 steps for shawty *s

We don’t trust these b**ches or these *s

Got the big face rollies 40 on us *s