Fuck You And Your Bitch

Fuck you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
Fuck you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss you and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss me with this shit
Miss, miss
Gil if you got a man
Don’t call me
As a matter of fact put your number to your homie
Nobody got time for baloney
Cause he’s checkin' the phone like the police
Askin' all these questions
Like Pries will you stay?
Ding, ding, in a mansion
Nigga, can’t you see the gate?
Like your girl is in my place
Like this is no random
Now she wants me to drive through her window
Give me a lane if I don’t jump no
All this smashing and this bombing, no
I’m a big boy if you didn’t know
And my watch got more than your guard knows
I don’t need your girl
I got my own at home
I got too much to be simple
So you better sit back and chill
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
Fuck you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss me with this shit
Miss, miss
You and your bitch
Get up, take a selfie
She said boss for the camera
You’re my bestie
I said keep it on the low
It’s the best thing
And if she talks too much
I’m on my next thing
I call a woman a woman
A bitch a bitch
A hoe a hoe
Now make me rich
I got it proper for my last shit
I ain’t bringing it for no reason
So you better know what it’s best for you
Oh, yeah
So you better sit back and chill
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
Fuck you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss you and your bitch
You and your bitch
You can miss me with this shit
Miss, miss me with this shit
Miss, miss
You and your bitch