CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Sheesh

Kasher Quon
Let's go
Alright, alright, alright
Feel me?
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h

These Chanel Human Races only worn for occasions?(Chanel)
Lightskin?with the braces,?keep that good pu**y waiting (ooh)
B*t*h?cold and conceited, pu**y bad she a demon (damn)
Mad at me for no reason, but this cheese b*t*h I eat it (that cheese)
N***as broke and they bored, hating sh*t get ignored (I don't care)
Fit cost too much, you n***as talk too much (shut the f**k up)
I don't wanna hear that bluff, bringing up random stuff (boy)
Say you got all the dumps but ain't shown, not once (show me)
Think I'm sweet, I ain't dumb, 40 go "rum-bum-bum"
Woods fatter than my thumb, you a broke dirty bum (a bum!)
You returning in bottles for cheap liquor to swallow (cheap)
Get an HP b*t*h and just swear she a model (hahahaha)
Want a verse, it ain't free, damn sure it ain't cheap
I'mma need another 2 I hear a YouTube beat (what the f**k?)
Yeah, I heard you got a Jonboi and you got a Meech (pu**y)
But when I hit the internet, them the ones that was leaked
I don't want to f**k you b*t*h cause your weave too stiff (get out my face)
F**k me off the Sock Runners, said she like my drip (Balenciaga)
'Bout to hit Western Union, I can grab my sh*t (that money)
Black and yellow piece of paper, bringing back that sh*t (pick up the money)
Put a juug in her name thinking she my b*t*h (f**k no)
Put a check in her account, want to see if it hit (please)
Take her back to the room, goin' crazy on the d**k (ooh)
Can't trust a sack chaser, they be shadier than a b*t*h (damn)
And you pourin' all these fours but you late on the rent (lame)
Steady tricking with these hoes and you ain't got a whip (priorities!)
Meech what it look like?
Meech!
I-I-I-I-I just hopped off a plane from a good trip (parole)
Touched down, finna give your b*t*h good d**k (come here)
Heard you gonna rob me, with what stick? (what?)
You a pu**y-a** n***a and a punk b*t*h (punk b*t*h)
I'll catch a n***a lacking with a drumstick (brr, boom!)
When I see you out in traffic, better run b*t*h (better run)
Better pray that you always got your gun b*t*h (in yo bag)
I don't even know her name, that's that one b*t*h (that one b*t*h)
Give her 50 on a band, she a dumb b*t*h (stupid)
Michael Kors on her bag, what a crum b*t*h
Fake Chanel Dionysus, what a bum b*t*h (damn)
You don't know what that is because you a crum b*t*h (you don't know)
That don't mean your pu**y trash cause I c*m quick (it's not)
I gotta hit Western Union for that one sh*t (cheese)
30K followers got me dumb rich
Ain't poured up in 3 days, got me dumb sick
Yo b*t*h got to sucking on my d**k, she was slobbing (ooh)
Had to cut it to her, don't do it while I'm driving (stop)
Should do the Yeezys but I got more options (boy)
Givenchy, Balmains, shoes look like stockings

Meech what it look like?
Meech!
What I spent on these beats, you spent on your bag (yo bag)
What I spent on my fit, you spent on some a** (lame)
N***as so spent around this b*t*h and it's sad (it's sad)
Know the 7 words "don't give a f**k about my past" (f**k that)
Pull up SRT, don't give a f**k about a crash (scoop scoop scoop scoop)
I can say that cause it's money in the stash (a lotta that)
Think a n***a sweet, put some money on your head (brr, boom!)
N***as washed up, still smoking on the reds (damn)
I just hit a light juug for 1k (a band)
Get up and get to it on a Sunday (Sunday)
You on your a** in a bed on a Monday (ran around)
Lame n***a, you ain't tryna get no cake
Go the fast food route, ain't eat no steak (you ain't got it)
Ain't finish school cause a n***a used to go late (I was late)
Now I hit the studio and just go ape (go dumb)
All this fluke sh*t around, don't want no Bape (I don't want it)
So good!