Kid Trunks, Kin$oul, Robb Bank$, Craig Xen - On That Bitch lyrics

Ayy
Let me take a sip of this motherfucking water
Ooo my throat hurt
Adam on the Track gling, gling, gling, gling
Huh gling, gling, gling, gling
Huh ayy, huh, bitch oh, hey yuh, Craig, ayy
Say wassup bitch, oh oh like a bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)

I rip dick, in that bitch 25 cal, in yo shit
Why's you runnin, you a bitch
Where you was at when your homies was hit
On that, bitch on that, bitch
In her clit, with that stick ayy

On that bitch pimpin on that vitch
Tell that air head flip it, hell yeah
Get me rich make that pussy pop, lil bop
Poppa need the guap
Remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a
Oh, that's your daughter? Xen do not a
Give fucks about nothing but the dollars
Ayy, wassup, pimping on them sluts

Yellow boned bitches working tricks to
Get my bucks up
Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
P-IM-P-IN-G your H-O-E for profit
Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
P-IM-P-IN-G your H-O-E for profit

On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)

Pop a dick, in your bitch
Nigga, you a crime
I'm a motherfucking prison
I don't want cat, she don't want nip
I'ma put my hand all over, paw prints
Two Face, Harvey, with no Dent
I pull up in a 'Rari, shitting on a bitch

Niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps
I pay you in clout, he gon' pay you in rent
I just pulled up in the double R
And you know a nigga double park that bitch
Phone like to talk to his reflection
Like god damn, you a star, lil' bitch
Yeah, I know I started with some Ss
But I'm finna end it with an R, lil' bitch
Take what you got, put the Glock to your mom

That's why the hood call me Robb, lil' bitch
Slap said, "Don't slap a nigga"
Femto talk that talk
Been on the PJ for three days, on replay
Fuck nigga you don't measure up
Wet dick, blue C with a crip bitch
New drip, y'all niggas can't get a drop
Got a mamacita, dyke, man, on a perc ten
Keep playing on me 'fore I pull my dick out

On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh) on that, bitch (Huh)
On that, bitch (Huh)

I put my dick in that bitch
Pussy get wet, I might slip
Might break my hip
Niggas they talking that shit
Don't really care, 'cause, we getting rich
Smoking that weed, THC Mist, huh
Disappear quick talking that shit
You might have to get that motherfucking fist
Came with a drop, came with a drip

Came with a bitch, came with a bad one
I came with a fifth
So much smoke I came out the mist
Fucking your bitch
And she came with her homie
Came with that holy, she came with that moly
I came with that bread
I came with the cannoli
Want my chips with the new guacamole