Death Grips - Bitch Please lyrics

rate me

Who wanna catch dis

Who wanna catch dis

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Drop it like... oh yeah

That's so trashy

How low can you go

How dirty can you get... nasty fucker

Drug through the dirt

Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt

Chain sleaze leather face

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks

Kill it, kill it

Kill it, kill it

Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it,

Turn it out and kick it to da curb

Shut it down

Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again...

Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

When shit goes down

I'll be there

Wit' my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road

Ghost ridin' to hell fuck if I care... who wanna catch my droze

Give a fuck blood, I ain't goin' nowhere

Templar night and day, live an die by the code,

Code of the street, how ta stay in the zone,

How I own it and freak it to da base of da bone

I am the darkness creeping through your system

The lash of da whip cracking every bitch into position

Worki'n ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out,

Your subwoofers are melting... hear a bitch say why's he yelling

Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip

Cause blood bath

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't

Cuz I run this lik

Like dogtown ripped

That raw shit like none other

Low down dirty shit

Shot off this hip

Death grips, mothafucka

Please, you must be

Smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don't stop

Bitch please