Death Grips - Bitch Please lyrics
[Death Grips - Bitch Please lyrics]
Who wanna catch this? Who wanna catch this?
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, fucker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Whip it kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Hit it, fuck 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, 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
When shit goes down I'll be there
With my hand on my gun
And my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell, fuck if I care
Who wanna catch my droze?
Give a fuck, blood, I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day
Live an die by the code
Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
How I own it and freak it
To the base of the bone
I am the darkness creeping
Through your system the lash of da whip
Cracking every bitch into position
Workin' you 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, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)
Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)
Cause 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 stop
Bitch, please
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, fucker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Whip it kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Hit it, fuck 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, 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
When shit goes down I'll be there
With my hand on my gun
And my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell, fuck if I care
Who wanna catch my droze?
Give a fuck, blood, I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day
Live an die by the code
Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
How I own it and freak it
To the base of the bone
I am the darkness creeping
Through your system the lash of da whip
Cracking every bitch into position
Workin' you 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, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)
Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)
Cause 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 stop
Bitch, please