Yeah he a bitch

Yeah he a bitch He calling everyone his bitch He ain’t got no bitches He scared He ain’t afraid to snitch His number 30, other 11 Imma send his bitch ass up to heaven His name ain’t Kevin You know when they name is Christian He ain’t got no wisdom Daddy paying for his car I’m writing these bars Gon’ leave his bitch ass with a scar Call me a bitch Then next play you got a lil taste You started bitchin I get why your name is Christian You act tuff but ain’t no one listen I got a mission Let’s do some math 30-11 turns to 19 Put a 11 after it 1911 Shooting these .45 Yeah I’m executing Their ain’t no refuiting His bitch ain’t even cute I can skip class all day And still be smarter than that kid He always acting tuff He actin buff He gon get in some cuffs I wouldn’t even bluff Hit his bitch ass with a hollow While he swallow these .223s Mak you know I said his daddy paid for his keys He’s a bitch He on his knees His daddy gotta pay all his fees Man I wouldn’t cap His ass ain’t even on the map Send his bitch ass up to heaven He need a nap the way im on this beat you might think im under possession now his bitch ass got taught a lesson