"Bit My Tongue" lyrics
Ayy
I just fucked a superhero bitch, knocked her powers off (You're with White Grease today)
Beat her doonies down for sixty seconds, knock an hour off, ayy
My watch ain't no time, it's an hour off (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
My lunch break was only thirty minutes, took an hour off
Nigga, you a worker, you is not a boss
Ayy, your shooter ain't no shooter, you ain't pop it off
Ayy, I'm somewhere gettin' head, I'm at top'n golf
Ayy, nigga said I'm broke, he need to knock it off
Ayy, shot him in his head, we tried to knock it off
That is not no dog if your pockets soft
Dump his body in the river, we goin' to drop him off
The bitch need somewhere to go 'cause she got locked out
Nigga tried to shoot a shot but he got boxed out
He got boxed in, ayy
We got a highlight kill, we made top 10, ayy
That's seventy-five hundred, that is not ten
Bitch thought she seen me smile, I did not grin, ayy
Let so many shots out the Drac', I got hot hands
Damn, my hands hot
This a tan Glock
They shot his leg so many times up close, got his pants hot
I put my ice on, look how I stand out
I had to work for what I got, ain't have my hand out
If you a real Gaffle Boy, then whip bands out
Let me see that lil' pape' you got
He got two fours, let me see that lil' eight you got, ayy
Ain't got no A1 Sauce, but I be stakin' out
Dog used to show love, ge a hater now, damn
His soul left his body, meet the maker now
I'm ridin' with my brother Kane, I'm Undertaker now
Now I don't treat a bitch like trash, but I'll take her out
Now I wanna beat your ass, but I break your mouth
Like I'll break the jaw
Nigga, you a fuckin' worker, you can't be the boss, ayy
I'm buyin' anythin' like I ain't see the cost
She say she ain't notice me, how you ain't see the boss?
Put some money on your friends, get your— ahh
Bit my tongue
I put some money on your friends, get your people bought
I'm out here danglin' with my gun, I did my heater walk
You know I'm goin' to beat your ass, I take my beater off
You know I'm goin' to pop a zil, I take our liter off
You know I'm goin' to spend some pape' if I whip gaffle out
You know I'm goin' to sign a deal, I'm at the Apple house
I know this bitch want somethin' to drink, she pulled Snapple out
You know I got a— nah
I can track you down
My bitch could've been on Baddies, she be actin' wild
I know a nigga was dead broke, he be stackin' now
She be actin' wild
I asked a bitch do she know my name, she said, "Jawannamo"
I get a telly, she got hit and she gotta go
You can't tell when a nigga broke, that's somethin' you gotta know
And I ain't tell a bitch she had to leave, but she gotta go
Bitch call me daddy, where your papi go?
All this ice on the ground is givin' hockey show
I got a lil' spicy bitch, she a Taki ho
I met a bitch so damn bad, I think she like me, though
I don't really know, but I want to know
I ain't never been to Turks, but I wanna go
I done smelt some bullshit weed, what you smokin' on?
This nigga prayin' on a blessing, what you hopin' on?
You gotta get the dough, you gotta make the dough
You gotta mix the dough, you gotta shape the dough
You gotta shape the ho, you gotta taste the ho
You got to make the ho, then break the ho
What they hate me for? Make them hate some more
Where your paper go? You a faker, bro
What you hatin' for? What you waitin' for?
I hit a bitch fast, but I'ma take it slow
Oh, shit, I ain't seen twin in a long time
I just fucked a superhero bitch, knocked her powers off (You're with White Grease today)
Beat her doonies down for sixty seconds, knock an hour off, ayy
My watch ain't no time, it's an hour off (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
My lunch break was only thirty minutes, took an hour off
Nigga, you a worker, you is not a boss
Ayy, your shooter ain't no shooter, you ain't pop it off
Ayy, I'm somewhere gettin' head, I'm at top'n golf
Ayy, nigga said I'm broke, he need to knock it off
Ayy, shot him in his head, we tried to knock it off
That is not no dog if your pockets soft
Dump his body in the river, we goin' to drop him off
The bitch need somewhere to go 'cause she got locked out
Nigga tried to shoot a shot but he got boxed out
He got boxed in, ayy
We got a highlight kill, we made top 10, ayy
That's seventy-five hundred, that is not ten
Bitch thought she seen me smile, I did not grin, ayy
Let so many shots out the Drac', I got hot hands
Damn, my hands hot
This a tan Glock
They shot his leg so many times up close, got his pants hot
I put my ice on, look how I stand out
I had to work for what I got, ain't have my hand out
If you a real Gaffle Boy, then whip bands out
Let me see that lil' pape' you got
He got two fours, let me see that lil' eight you got, ayy
Ain't got no A1 Sauce, but I be stakin' out
Dog used to show love, ge a hater now, damn
His soul left his body, meet the maker now
I'm ridin' with my brother Kane, I'm Undertaker now
Now I don't treat a bitch like trash, but I'll take her out
Now I wanna beat your ass, but I break your mouth
Like I'll break the jaw
Nigga, you a fuckin' worker, you can't be the boss, ayy
I'm buyin' anythin' like I ain't see the cost
She say she ain't notice me, how you ain't see the boss?
Put some money on your friends, get your— ahh
Bit my tongue
I put some money on your friends, get your people bought
I'm out here danglin' with my gun, I did my heater walk
You know I'm goin' to beat your ass, I take my beater off
You know I'm goin' to pop a zil, I take our liter off
You know I'm goin' to spend some pape' if I whip gaffle out
You know I'm goin' to sign a deal, I'm at the Apple house
I know this bitch want somethin' to drink, she pulled Snapple out
You know I got a— nah
I can track you down
My bitch could've been on Baddies, she be actin' wild
I know a nigga was dead broke, he be stackin' now
She be actin' wild
I asked a bitch do she know my name, she said, "Jawannamo"
I get a telly, she got hit and she gotta go
You can't tell when a nigga broke, that's somethin' you gotta know
And I ain't tell a bitch she had to leave, but she gotta go
Bitch call me daddy, where your papi go?
All this ice on the ground is givin' hockey show
I got a lil' spicy bitch, she a Taki ho
I met a bitch so damn bad, I think she like me, though
I don't really know, but I want to know
I ain't never been to Turks, but I wanna go
I done smelt some bullshit weed, what you smokin' on?
This nigga prayin' on a blessing, what you hopin' on?
You gotta get the dough, you gotta make the dough
You gotta mix the dough, you gotta shape the dough
You gotta shape the ho, you gotta taste the ho
You got to make the ho, then break the ho
What they hate me for? Make them hate some more
Where your paper go? You a faker, bro
What you hatin' for? What you waitin' for?
I hit a bitch fast, but I'ma take it slow
Oh, shit, I ain't seen twin in a long time
