J. Stone, 03 Greedo - Have Yo Bitch Bacc lyrics

You say you tryna ride for a
Nigga who hatin' on you
You know what I'm sayin'
Have your bitch back
You know what I'm sayin'
Now you fuckin', shit
He fuckin' your bitch and
Then he like have your bitch back
You know what I'm sayin'
We ain't, we ain't doin' all that man
Don't touch a nigga while he
Just got a motherfuckin' mistress

We don't beef with these
Niggas over these bitches
Really came out of the trenches
All my niggas is some hitters
All this textin' is
Ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off
The women that we pimpin'
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Have you ever been somebody, no
Chopper make your body rock
Drummer Gang my second label
Hundred bullets first of all
All money in, stupid bitches never goin' out
No dates, no dates
We don't do no hangin' out
In the kitchen makin' straight
Rich gang bangers
Outside, other side where I reside
Free my cuzzo doin' time
I'm like fuck it, do a line
Pop a molly all the time
Let me fuck her with my nine, she a freak
She a thot shake somethin', shake somethin'
Like pepper and salt
I'm the nigga with the sauce
All this flavor in her mouth
Baby got the drip now
You can tell she talkin' different
Must've been around some niggas
That'll raise her eyebrow

We don't beef with these
Niggas over these bitches
Really came out of the trenches
All my niggas is some hitters
All this textin' is
Ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off
The women that we pimpin'
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)

We ain't catchin' feelings for pussy poppin'
Hood boppin'
She gon' take the homies out flockin'
You gon' take her shoppin'
All money inner and out
Thumbin' through all the bands
Clique full of Drummers
I ain't talkin' 'bout a marching band
I'm the driver and the shooter
Got the MAC with the cooler
I'm a mack and a ruler
Blowin' racks with my jewelers
She got ass, I'ma toot her
Beat it fast and I boot her
Pass her to my producer L-Finguz
Twist my fingers up
I don't give a single fuck
Used to drive the Regal Cut
Now I want a Bentley truck
Switch it up, she back that ass up
I be rich rollin'
You can have that bitch back
You report that bitch stolen

We don't beef with these
Niggas over these bitches
Really came out of the trenches
All my niggas is some hitters
All this textin' is
Ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off
The women that we pimpin'
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)

We don't beef with you
Niggas over these bitches
Got my mind on a million since
They let me out of prison backwood roller
I ain't fuckin' with no swishers
And I got a whole pint
I ain't fuckin' with no liquor
Fuck her then I diss her
You gon' tell her that you miss her
I don't cuff her, I don't kiss her
I don't love her 'cause
It's money over bitches
Or should I say riches over snitches
My whole clique is million dollar niggas
Bitch learn somethin', twerk somethin'
Twerk somethin'
She gon' fuckin' hurt somethin'
Got the pussy soakin' wet
She gon' fuckin' squirt somethin'
I'm a soldier and a vet
Fuck around and murk somethin'
I'm a rider for the set
Turn nothin' into somethin'

We don't beef with these
Niggas over these bitches
Really came out of the trenches
All my niggas is some hitters
All this textin' is
Ridiculous, tweetin', typin', post an image
Have you ever been offended off
The women that we pimpin'
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back
(you can have that bitch back)
Have your bitch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)