Big Scoob – Bi**h Please lyrics

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

I ain't gang bangin' I'm a gang member
Love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny actin' pussy nigga, fraud
You ain't hard, play the part
You can get it nigga
Old head, long bread, chillin' and I'm sittin' back
Feet up, livin' good really and I'm kickin' back
Orchestrate to gettin' back, button pushin' pigeon pack
Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that
Naw really give me that
Greed time, gettin' fat
Multiply the paperbacks
Gorilla I'm a silver back
My momma cut the similac
With hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don't know how to act
Started, I'mma finish, nigga remember that

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

I be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block)
We runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knots (into knots)
I put it into park, then I put the whop (yeah)
Foam a little lot, then I lock the spot
Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)
Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)
Put you lotto on my backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when the sack good (stack good)
Watch ya hangin' if ya that hood (that hood)

My bro he on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dough
Man he fourteen got a long throw

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino piss
You all up in my face, toaster up on my hip
Bringin' home the bacon, and the cheese and grips
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my Yeager crisp
Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope and hittin' this
Grew up on the tar
Pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars

Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I dont like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin' paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch)

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Notin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"