idk that bitch (feat. G Herbo)

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(Taurus)
 (Run that back Turbo)
 How the hell you love that bitch?
 You don't know that bitch (how?)
 It's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (four)
 You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (four)
 I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
 New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
 My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
 She told me she takin' her wrist, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
 The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (custom)
 Eliantte keep puttin' karats in my pinky ring (karats)
 Woke up, feel like Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
 Young Gunn Wunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
 I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got plenty of these (I got plenty of those)
 She a nasty freak, she came from New Orleans (New Orleans)
 Damn near woke up sick, forgot to pour my lean (pour it)
 We murder things, you want a queen, can't hurt a king (can't hurt a king)
 The lemon squeeze, can't get between or intervene (or intervene)
 How the hell you love that bitch?
 You don't know that bitch (how?)
 It's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (four)
 You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (four)
 I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
 New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
 My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
 She told me she takin' her wrist, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
 The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (custom)
 My cousin' down the road, he call on Alamo (on Alamo)
 Pay backend up, I do my show, it's time to go (time to go)
 Now hit a joke, you hit a post, I don't care to post (I don't care to post)
 Got both them hoes, they lick me like an envelope (like an envelope)
 I was at the all-star game in Chicago (Chicago)
 Came through the side door, I was with my side hoe (was with my side hoe)
 Call G Herbo and Durkio, yeah, Smurkio (Shmurkio)
 Smoke Biscotti and Gelato, this ain't busted though (run that back Turbo, busted though)
 How the hell you love that bitch?
 You don't know that bitch (how?)
 It's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (four)
 You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (four)
 I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit, uh)
 G Herbo rich as fuck, but I want a hundred M's
 Crib in the hills, straight up out the field, drillin' with a gun in hand (no doubt)
 Just was in a Lamb', but I pulled on Gunna my twin in that Cullinan (Cullinan)
 It's a pandemic, but I'm runnin' out of rubber bands
 Cuban link, three hundred grams
 Hatin' on me, I understand, 150, still love the fans
 150 in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like, "Fuck the trends"
 Amiri got too much pants, gave them folks three hundred grand
 Fronted that much to my mans, lil' hoe I got rich friends
 Folks said he like Rich Porter, I can't go like Killa Cam
 Wipe that pussy nose 'cause I'm with slime 'nem
 He was 'posed to been there 'fore he dissed us, they can't find him
 Lovin' like you discovered her, we just missed the bitch
 Remind him, clown him
 How the hell you love that bitch?
 You don't know that bitch (how?)
 It's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (four)
 You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (four)
 I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
 New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
 My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
 She told me she takin' her wrist, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
 The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (custom)
 

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Duration
03:30
Key
10
Tempo
77 BPM

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