Gunplay - Bitches Ain't Shit Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims

Wind-shield to the wing, couple gin to the chin

Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt

Reach and I teach you, stay and I’m swift

Streets so great

Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims

Wind-shield to the wing, couple gin to the chin

Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt

Reach and I teach you, stay and I’m swift

Street’s so great, sky stone gray

Where the bitches? Let’s see what the iPhone say

Money don't stop and time won’t stay

Broke motherfuckers say crime don’t pay

I hide no face, still find no trace

A rap says I put that fire on that lace

Hostile, since coke in the nostril

Skinny as pasta with a big old mouse berg

Maybach machine, all you hear is cha-ching

Never flew where I flown, all you see is the wing

All black up from the shoes to the ring

Including the mink, I am as rude as you think

Back on the turf like I never left the nerf

Feel sorry for my mother, shouldn’t never have to birth

I never had a gift, damn sure I had a curse

Now who next to climb out the back of that hurse?

Yea, you already know Gunplay

Don Adolf, Logan

Hail Logan ha-ha-ha-ha