Gangster Bitch

[Intro: Rita Ora & Li Rye]
I'm gonna love ya until you hate me
And I'm gonna show ya what's really crazy
You should've known better than to mess with me, honey (Yeah)
I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya, gonna love ya

[Chorus: Li Rye]
Sippin' drank, get my dick sucked by this gangster bitch that clutch on Glocks
Ran it up, don't do plain jane, like to bust down all my clocks
It ain't no flaw in none my rocks, ain't none my pistols come in stock
I like foreign chops, some shit that make you duck down when you hear it
This shit for life, bitch, you gon' die, you gon' suffer for what you did
Catch him, wet up the chest, bet that ho be blessed, this 7.62, not SIG
Grown men game, it ain't for kids, how you 'bout that and never slid?
I know niggas mugged, had to leave, that formaldehyde gon' leave your head beat

[Verse: Li Rye]
Don't squeal, lay down and do your bid (Go get rich behind the walls or somethin')
You chose this shit, can't take it back (You tellin' it was all for nothin')
We the ones turned your dog to Runtz
Tom Cruise, I pull my own stunts
Fuck security, I'm outside with my own gun
Niggas pussy, see my face and they gon' run
Brand new stick ain't hit his head, that's a home run
I just gave this bitch a half my Xan', we finna have fun
Yeah, you can come and swallow nuts, but you can't have my son
Off the Perc', I fucked that ho so good, she say she'll pay my bond
I like when she twerk, I like when your ho go berserk and poke shit out like a nurse
I'm off a Perc', she know that I'm tryna go berserk, scared they won't give me nothin'
Mix lean with yercs, that shit get me turnt, got me tryna step on somethin'
I'm in the back with a Drac', tryna knock his off face, top hats, I ain't steppin' for nothin'
Nigga tellin', I'm stayin' from 'round, 'terrogation, I ain't sayin' a word
Every time I hear my name, I make my young niggas go swerve
Hit your block in a V12, slingin' that bitch while I'm kissin' the curb

[Chorus: Li Rye]
Sippin' drank, get my dick sucked by this gangster bitch that clutch on Glocks
Ran it up, don't do plain jane, like to bust down all my clocks
It ain't no flaw in none my rocks, ain't none my pistols come in stock
I like foreign chops, some shit that make you duck down when you hear it
This shit for life, bitch, you gon' die, you gon' suffer for what you did
Catch him, wet up the chest, bet that ho be blessed, this 7.62, not SIG
Grown men game, it ain't for kids, how you 'bout that and never slid?
I know niggas mugged, had to leave, that formaldehyde gon' leave your head beat