Hood Bitch

These bitches toilet tissue soft

I'm the hardest out the A

And if you got pressure, bitch

Drop your addy on the way

And I ain’t killin' shit, bitch

'Cause bitch know where I stay

All these hoes don’t like me

Give two fucks 'bout what they say

And you hoes be suckin' dick

So don't put me in yo rap

How you talkin' all that shit

But know you really cap?

I'm gone beat yo ass to sleep

And I'm gone take you off the map

And I heard she want my head--

Now here I go now, where you at?

On my life, you looks a mess

Why you chasin' for the clout?

Let me call up on yo nigga

And rub my cat all on his mouth

I’m gon’ fuck him in yo bed

And take his money when he dip

So don't speak on me again

’Cause on my life, you fuckin' tripped

On my life, you fuckin' wack

You can't knock me for some sack

I see yo bed sit on the floor

I see that mattress in the back

Told that lil’ bitch I'm the goat

And that hoe thought I was cap

Heard that bitch 'she from the O'

And, bitch, I'm all over the map

Anybody wanna fight?

On my life, I want the smoke

Bitch, I put that on yo kids

And yo baby daddy throat

And you know he ate my cat

And he ate it from the back

Then he took me to the mall

I made that nigga spend a stack

Tell that hoe: Don't call my phone

'Cause that bitch, she out of place

Bitch, he let me drive your car

He coming home, he on the way

On my life, you niggas green

And you know it's fuck the law

All you niggas got that shit

And I can't fuck you niggas raw

Tell that bitch she better move

'Cause you know I'm with the shit

Count money, turn me on

You hoes can have that petty dick

No, I had to write a song

No, I had to drop a diss

So you better leave me 'lone

Before you end up in a ditch

Make yo folks say R.I. p

Heard you stay on D.I. p

And a hoe can talk her shit

But ain't no hoe gon' fuck wit me

These bitches toilet tissue soft

I'm the hardest out the A

And if you got pressure, bitch

Drop your addy on the way

Cap ass hoe

You cap as fuck talkin' 'bout

You got 50 racks on our head

Cut that shit out, bitch

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, on God

You just talkin' 'bout how you

Went to ATL and Orlando

Bitch, cut that shit out

Pull up, hoe. Pull up, pull up

We all want the smoke

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch