'96 Neve Campbell

Lyrics

Don't know what you thought this was
 But you gon' have to die about it
 Fuck up the place with blood
 Who you callin' a bitch?
 This bitch run shit, so you best run
 This bitch no play, this bitch know guns
 This bitch no die, you this bitch son
 This bitch gon' be the last one
 This bitch boss
 Came for the neck, who next?
 No mercy, you not shit
 This bitch boss
 She came in the game, no flex
 Finna leave the game with yo' rep
 This bitch boss
 Call her out, her name wrong step
 Step up, gut you, then dip
 This bitch boss
 Come in talkin' that shit
 And you gon' have to die about it
 Who the fuck want war?
 Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards
 Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of shit you can't afford, nigga
 I'm runnin' laps round these bitches when I'm bored, nigga
 Silent killers get it poppin', nigga, gang gang
 Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string
 Since we talking, better send a straight deposit
 I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit, you feel me?
 I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say shit
 Bitches better miss me with that fake shit
 Forgive me if I'm blind, 'cause I only got my mind on the mill
 I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal
 Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends
 Yeah, I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense
 Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do?
 Knock these bitches off and that's simply for the principle
 This bitch boss
 Came for the neck, who next?
 No mercy, you not shit
 This bitch boss
 She came in the game no flex
 Finna leave the game with yo' rep
 This bitch boss
 Call her out, her name wrong step
 Step up, gut you, then dip
 This bitch buff
 Come in talkin' that shit
 And you gon' have to die about it
 Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte
 I call this shit my beauty shop 'cause bitches press like Jorge
 Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks
 Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot
 I double dutch on hot shit and bleed him out his wallet
 When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut 'em off, no pockets
 Can't call me out my name, nigga, it's kill shots and gang gang
 Don't start shit that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane
 Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes
 I call this shit my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye
 A playa, but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime
 Drop 'em like a bar of soap, like fuck 'em nigga west side
 Can't never get to comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him
 Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him
 Fuck you thought this shit was? Second-guess your taste buds
 I took the spot, it's game over, never mind, who next up?
 This bitch boss
 Came for the neck, who next?
 No mercy, you not shit
 This bitch boss
 She came in the game no flex
 Finna leave the game with yo' rep
 This bitch boss
 Call her out, her name wrong step
 Step up, gut you, then dip
 This bitch boss
 Come in talkin' that shit
 And you gon' have to die about it
 Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?
 That phone sex, the problem you should stay with
 The pillow talking can get you carted away quick
 You murder artists come harder and shouldn't say shit
 Unless you ready to back it up, why you play with
 The fairer sex, fairly quick, get your brain split
 Full sets stuck in your chest with grace
 '96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, shit
 This bitch boss
 Came for the neck, who next?
 No mercy, you not shit
 This bitch boss
 She came in the game no flex
 Finna leave the game with yo' rep
 This bitch boss
 Call her out, her name wrong step
 Step up, gut you, then dip
 This bitch buff
 Come in talking that shit
 And you gon' have to die about it
 

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Duration
03:21
Key
1
Tempo
99 BPM

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