BITCH PLEASE

[Intro: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Brick walls with the letters wiped out, that's murder ink
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Diamonds slide like the cha-cha dance (Uh-huh)
Hangin' out like the red flag of pawpaw's pants
Hangin' out like my clip of the .30
Turnt up like a bitch off of Perky (Uh-huh)
Emergency for that paper, we slide there with urgency (C'mon)
Block tanked up like Shaq right after the murder scene (What?)
Brick walls with the letters wiped out, that's murder ink
Don't let Curtis Jackson see
Fuck around and whack the ink out
Snatch his chain and knock the motherfuckin' link out (Uh-huh)
Fuck around and we gon' pull a little pink out
And we out, ain't no peace, fuck around and pull that piece out (Uh-huh)
Pure game like what's comin' out my nigga Suga Free mouth
Bang, bang, like what's comin' out that motherfuckin' three pound
My daddy got smoked 'cause his pistol only had three rounds in 'em
I'm down to fade yeah that nigga got like three rounds in 'em
Pick up your shell cases, we call that a rebound nigga
You a whole bitch, deep down, nigga
Wake-up call, nigga, don't get involved
If you didn't wanna get your little punk ass bit
Then you shouldn't have jumped the fence and came to hit this dawg
Bitch, please

[Pre-Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]
I-I don't feel nothin' (Uh-huh)
If you see us creepin', we about to kill somethin'
Back seat with a Tommy like Phil and lil' cousin (Uh-huh)
Rad racks in the white, tell me somethin', lil somethin'
Think a bluff, bitch please
I can't feel my face at all (Uh-uh)
If you know I got the .40 on my waist and all
Baby girl can you feel it on my waist at all?
If the situation sticky, I'm gon' pull it out my Dickies (Bitch, please)
Ayy, tell 'em, nigga

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Ayy, tell 'em, nigga
Slidin' with my youngin', ridin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
Front line, dyin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
I am up to somethin' (What you say?)
Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper (What? What?)
We ain't ever hidin' from no buster (What? What? Bitch, please)
Tell 'em, nigga
Slidin' with my youngin', ridin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
Front line, dyin' with my youngin'
I am up to somethin' (What? What? Run it, nigga)
Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper
We ain't ever hidin' from no buster (Bitch, please)

[Verse 2: JAHMED]
Eye lids open at ten, now must I rinse
My face, glance at my phone, look not again
Black on black, rest in peace to another nigga
.45 tucked, on alert for another nigga
They say, "Stay dangerous, tuck ya chain if that thang hangin'
'Cause jewelry drive the homies crazy like they road ragin'"
And every kill begins with a K, a bad endin'
See, hittin' licks is optional, but gettin' robbed isn't
I duck my own kind and the police, bitch, please
Summer time is when the innocents flee
Everybody hot, sauna, bodies flop like Olympics
Lost some long term niggas over real quick decisions
JAH slippin', never I, I count the dough and fill the bank
I'm Phillip Banks with the pie
Take the cake and eat it too, save a nigga not a slice
Smoke the K2, a bad trip, on God I almost died
I ain't been the same since
Ayy, I boujee ball, less attention to an Instagram bitch
See, my flaws on the wall like a sheet of paint, bitch
Hate you all, hate you all, man, you hoes ain't shit
Me'n my dawgs off the leash and you can't contain this
I brought sand to the... (Hol' on, wait a little bit)
I brought sand to the streets like a hurricane hit
Shots of Jamie with no chase and a dose of Novacane
'Cause bitch, I'on feel nothin'

[Pre-Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]
I-I don't feel nothin' (Uh-huh)
If you see us creepin', we about to kill somethin'
Back seat with a Tommy like Phil and lil' cousin (Uh-huh)
Rad racks in the whip, tell me somethin', lil somethin'
Think a bluff, bitch, please
I can't feel my face at all (Uh-uh)
If you know I got the .40 in my waist and all
Baby girl can you feel it on my waist at all?
If the situation sticky, I'm gon' pull it out my Dickies (Bitch, please)
Ayy, tell 'em, nigga

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Ayy, tell 'em, nigga
Slidin' with my youngin', ridin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
Front line, dyin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
I am up to somethin' (What you say?)
Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper (What? What?)
We ain't ever hidin' from no buster (What? What? Bitch, please)
Tell 'em, nigga
Slidin' with my youngin', ridin' with my youngin' (What? What?)
Front line, dyin' with my youngin'
I am up to somethin' (What? What? Run it, nigga)
Triflin' and we duggin', slidin' off a upper
We ain't ever hidin' from no buster (Bitch, please)