Bitches ft. Bizarre Lyrics

Yo, I'm smoking

Drinking

Gone off this

Promethazine man

You know what I'm saying

Fuck it

Turn up

I miss when rap was bout

Drugs and bitches

Not fashion brands

Or the gram

Or your riches

Back to when thugs

Was givin' hugs in the club

Bout to show you all how

To give bitches some love

I've

Been sniffing chloroform

Up here in North Dearborn

Never been in rarer form

Ain't a soul I won't outperform

At Biz's crib party

Holding up this Bacardi

I'm batshit, can't trust you

Too much magic in mushrooms

Just a massive masochist

Walk all over bars like gymnastics

It's climatic

Like a climb-up attic

Snap and start static

'Cause I'm cheap fabric

I'm bombastic and graphic

When I rap shit

Erratic tactics, think I've had it

Pill addict, ill and still at it

Turn Thee Stallion to

A pony in a paddock

Hitting up Bizarre's bash

Hitting hard like tar hash

Using no caution

While watching

Kim Kardash

That's a rear-view

Like a cam on a car-dash

Bitch is doing side-kicks, spastic

In skin tight elastics

Acting like it's magic

Bitch you're like the title of M*A*S*H

All ass-tricks

Ratchet trash

Can't get my mind right

But looking back

That would be hind-sight

I miss when rap was bout

Drugs and bitches

Not fashion brands

Or the gram

Or your riches

Back to when thugs

Was givin' hugs in the club

Bout to show you all how

To give bitches some love

Xannies OxyContin

I be on some shrimping shit

Four four in the morning

Got your sister sucking dick

Leaning leaning leaning

Gleaning off the Adderall

Leaning leaning leaning

I'm popping Tylenol

Percocet, get her wet

Gone off the Xanax

High as hell

High as hell

Let's have some dirty sex

Popping pills

Popping spills

Smoking on the best weed

Sipping lean sipping lean

I think I'm bout to OD

I miss when rap was bout

Drugs and bitches

Not fashion brands

Or the gram

Or your riches

Back to when thugs

Was givin' hugs in the club

Bout to show you all how

To give bitches some love

I miss when rap was bout

Drugs and bitches

Not fashion brands

Or the gram

Or your riches

Back to when thugs

Was givin' hugs in the club

Goin' back to spittin' bout

Bitches and drugs