"Make Ya Bitch Do It" lyrics

Grah
Drench, drench 'em
I know how the fuck I'm coming, man
(Luca on the track)
(A Lau on the beat)
Look (Ayy, AR)

I don't gotta buy Amiris (Ain't gotta do it), I make your bitch do it (I make that bitch do it)
A nigga can't call me broke (Never), 'cause, nigga, I get to it (Treesha)
You better have your gun on you, seen a nigga die 'cause he couldn't get to it (Grah, grah)
Stay strapped, now everybody lack (Everybody lack), it's about who lack less, stupid
Good fit, good drip out of Saks Fifth, spend a bag and I'm making it back quick
Lu had my assist like Magic, so for bro I'ma make shit tragic (Boom, boom, boom)
And we bending his field, we was slidin' without no bail money, uh (We was so broke)
I can't let 'em co-defend me 'cause a lot of these niggas might tell on me, look (These niggas tellin' on me)

Seen a boy get a drop on himself
Talkin' to hoes 'bout the bros, that's bad for your health (Uh, uh)
I only care 'bout the wealth (Treesha)
Only smoke Breezy 'cause that nigga top of the shelf (Breezo)
These niggas sign and get shelfed (What?)
That's why I'm indie, I do all this shit all by myself
I never needed no help
Before I go for you, you better go for yourself (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Forty make him drop, album
You rap 'bout guns and got caught without one (Why you do that?)
You tried to run up on me, keep a gun up on me, nigga, you know the outcome (Keep a gun up on me)
Took the bands, I gotta keep at least some up on me, can't walk with one (Can't walk with one)
If I get on your ass, them bullets be fast, who you think you 'bout to outrun? (Yeah)
This shit is a warzone, I need loot
How can I forget, we still smokin' Pook' (Pookie Loc)
I already lost, how can I lose? (Ah)
So much drip, how can I choose? (Drip, drip)
I do not rap, don't get it confused (Uh-uh)
Niggas be actors, I be amused
Iron workers, we play with tools (Grah, grah, grah, grah)

I don't gotta buy Amiris (Ain't gotta do it), I make your bitch do it (I make that bitch do it)
A nigga can't call me broke (Never), 'cause, nigga, I get to it (Treesha)
You better have your gun on you, seen a nigga die 'cause he couldn't get to it (Grah, grah)
Stay strapped, now everybody lack (Everybody lack), it's about who lack less, stupid
Good fit, good drip out of Saks Fifth, spend a bag and I'm making it back quick
Lu had my assist like Magic, so for bro I'ma make shit tragic (Boom, boom, boom)
And we bending his field, we was slidin' without no bail money, uh (We was so broke)
I can't let 'em co-defend me 'cause a lot of these niggas might tell on me, look (These niggas tellin' on me)