Song Lyrics

(Dmac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
You know me, I play it raw
Hold up, go

These bitches dramatic (how), she got two niggas tatted
Her nigga and her side nigga cool, hoes be savage (whoa)
First she want you, then she don't, you know these bitches bipolar
Probably had her after I did, so you got the leftovers (been off it)
Laid up with her one night and she showed me dude's texts (said what?)
Speakin' on my name and he slick be sendin' threats
Left his ass and upgraded with me, he fucked up about that (ha)
Niggas rookies, I'm a vet, I ain't nothin' like the rest
Who I be? Big Bagg (Bagg), rippin' off Louis tags
Pull her hair when I smash (uh), smackin' her on her ass
They go trapper to trapper, rapper to rapper for the bag
Hoes ain't shit just like us niggas, so you can't really be mad
Talk of the town, they say I got community dick
But really I don't (nope), they just wanna f*ck and I won't, what?

Yeah, bitch
Yeah, for sure
Hey, hey
Whoa, whoa

Can't believe some of you niggas still ain't learned your lesson (no)
How you 'posed to be so gangster, but the hoe got you stressin'? (Huh?)
She be showin' you who she is, you in denial, still guessin'
Look at who she be around, all them hoes real messy
Man, shit got ugly yesterday, I must let you know (put shit down)
I had got up with this lil' bitch I just met at the store (freaky lil' hoe)
Playin' lame, actin' like she never done this before (think I'm slow)
It ain't even been ten minutes and my dick in her throat (uh)
Gettin' ready to go (on the way out)
Her nigga at the door (I'm lookin', I'm clutchin')
Don't wanna get shot (your best bet)
Take it up with the hoe (get some control)
A bitch gon' do whatever a nigga allow her to do (fact)
Club hop, pussy pop, then come lay up with you, what?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And that's really how it go, I'ma tell it how it is
You know me, I play it raw
I don't speak on nothin' I saw

Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dylan Mckinney

The duration of Bitch is 2:04 minutes and seconds.