MellowHigh - Bitches lyrics

Bitch it's the five-nine taper fade
Sideline Laker game
High time save a page They
Already know the name
Doms in this bitch I mean
It's real shit taking place
Money still the motive and I'm
Clocking it like Flava Flav

Let me take my scarf
Off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout to barf logs
I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores
My flow be tramping like you whores
I'm suicidal fuck the door
I'm and if but and or

Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout
If you ain't getting no money huh
Broke niggas is talking loud I swear
You niggas is funny bruh
We what the fuck is up 2012 clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle nigga slow me down double cup

Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when
Your bitch lands by six
She will be quicksand better than
The next nigga: this man
Pockets swell up like a sick
Gland killing your whole ambition bitch

My hat says high cause that's
Exactly how I feel bitch
All I need is green grass and
Gold on my real bitch
Watch me get it nigga I'mma
Sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and
Domo hit the kill switch

I'm young fellow guy peddle
By reppin MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles why? To busy
In the meadows high
Out to Dena I'm fresh like
I'm out the cleaners
Hardwood like an angry beaver I'm
Nuts like my fucking t-shirt get it?

A phantom you never hand a
Random rapper eating cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her
Drink it like it's Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with
Standing by camera crews
I let her snooze and dream cause
None of them wishes tangible

I'm balling like Benjamin it's
All about the Benjamins
That's why people acknowledge me and I
Ain't even friends with them
Call a ho then stall a ho
I'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fade I bang grenades and beat
Your face 'til it's off your throat

Please shut the fuck up let me
Put this shit to sleep
The shit he speak got him all
Antsy like his Christmas week silly me
Riding with several bitches
With slim physiques
And I'm tryna see lights cameras
Action like Mr cheeks

Army fatigue Bape boxes for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to
The sleeve for the fees
If packaged she'll be petite know how
To roll up my weed
Her doing's doing the deed and
She don't really need shit

They asking Domo "where you been?"
They feel they got ditched
Just look for the influence I
Be under that bitch and
It's a headlock when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a motherfucker
Done in that sick

I'm the best thing yet the
I'm the next thing best
I bet I'll mess with presets and
Jet around all these vets
That don't know how to let go this game is
Filled with a bunch of grey hair dead souls
Promise 90 retro, ho

Hey y'all get out of he
Way cause I'm going AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they
Giving your head tank dog
Thinking that you better than me
Will get you taked off
You either gotta win or go home
Bitch it's the playoffs

More luxurious that a throwback with no low
Jack no driver but it got doormats
Zero to sixty in like 4 flat you
Know any nigga that own that
I ain't stuntin' I'm a youngin' me
And my niggas we be thuggin'
At our shows that we be bugging
Groupie loving and we buzzing

So meet me in the trap it's going down
MellowHigh leaning like the jaw
Of Bobby Brown
Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition
We don't need you motherfuckers
To stop and listen golf Wang Bitch