Hi Bich

Album: 15 (2017)
Charted: 68
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  • Oh my God, Ronny

    White J's, white Porsche
    White wrist, white horse
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    I do not sniff it or roll it "no"
    It do not drip when I pour it "no"
    I do not run, I reload it
    I do not save it, I throw it

    White J's, white Porsche
    White wrist, white horse
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    Hi bitch, hi bitch

    Lil' nigga, got bands in my pocket
    You lil' niggas broke, all that flexing, just stop it
    I cop me an Audi, that top, I'ma drop it
    I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep dropping
    I'll fuck a nigga's bitch on a Sunday
    One night, then I pass her back Monday
    Lil' nigga want smoke, then it's gunplay
    Caught him in the field, left him on the runway

    We packing, you lacking, you talking, so bitch
    Yeah we finna get on that
    That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
    That blower, you know it got blow back
    I'm sticking you up, bro taking you down
    Since you flexing like you got that
    We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
    We got guns like it's Baghdad

    Ayy, ayy "hi bitch"
    She ain't got FaceTime, I'ma Skype it
    Get her head one time, tell her, "Bye, bitch"
    Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
    I might take her on the jet if I like it
    Side bitch, Kylie
    If I dick her one time, what she gon' buy me?
    Come straight out the sky like I'm E.T
    Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
    Young CEO, I could sign ya
    Quarter mil' on my neck, I'ma blind ya
    Cut her off, she ain't having no purpose
    Bitch bad, still buying no purses

    White J's, white Porsche
    White wrist, white horse
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    Hi bitch, hi bitch

    Bitches deceased
    Smoking on dick, she not better than me
    Pop out, lil' birdie, you speak with a beak
    Send your location, then Uber to me
    Bitches been hanging diamonds on my face
    Kick her to the curb, she ain't gang anyway
    Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
    I took it offensive, so watch what you say
    Hi bitch, got a .30, don't try it
    Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy shit
    Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
    Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dying
    Send her ass on a hike
    I don't wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
    Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
    You know I'm flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Doll!

    Bitch, you mad, ho
    Why you so mad ho?

    Ho don't wanna try me, yeah that's on my mama's chromosome
    Commas run on 10, since I run it up
    Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's
    Fuck, crazy you know I'm breaking necks when I'm pulling up "skrrt"
    All my numbers looking outrageous
    Now the blogs handing out praises
    Got the world using my phrases
    Hoes keep my name in their mouth
    Hope it tastes like shit when they say it "don't say my name, bitch"
    Barring out, I ain't got Xans in me, no
    Young but I'm balling like a damn CEO
    Bentley truck, said don't give a fuck
    Came from the street, boy and beef shit, they know what's up
    Bitches that hold no position
    Come at me, fall in my mentions
    Hoes be thirsty for attention
    Knock a ho out this dimension
    Then continue my ascension "why you so mad?"
    How you hoes living with no purpose?
    I be putting venom in my verses
    Bitch you worthless, you ain't fucking with my worst shit
    Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive "like cursive, bitch"
    $50k a show, I'm doing 30 of 'em
    5 million by the summer, keep the numbers running
    Bitches showing everything, I be understunting "damn"
    Understanding your regard, really had nothing "shit"
    Shit, but now I'm breaking records and I'm making history "wow"
    How can they stop me? I swear it's a mystery
    Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
    Let your kids listen to me!
    How I do me if you was on a slow day
    And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day
    But my, in the stu so it's okay
    Bank account look like a lick
    Broke ho, you look like you sick
    Slide on the beat like it's slick
    Bitch don't compare me to Iggy
    That old ho is washed and I'm lit
    Wouldn't pay her to wash up my whip
    Bye broke bitch, bye ho

    White J's, white Porsche
    White wrist, white horse
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    I do not sniff it or roll it "no"
    It do not drip when I pour it "no"
    I do not run, I reload it
    I do not save it, I throw it
    White J's, white Porsche
    White wrist, white horse
    Hi bitch, hi bitch
    Hi bitch, hi bitch Writer/s: Brittany Barber, Danielle Bregoli, Dexter Gore, Malcolm Davis, Misharron Allen, Ronald Spence Jr., Ryan Spencer
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Payday Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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