me & my bitch

it's just me

and my bitch

she hates my guts

and makes me sick

i curse her out

she cuss me out

then we make up

fuck on the couch biatch! biatch!

uhhh!

my main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch

try'na grab each other by each other hair and pull out a patch

both of them got vaseline on they face so they both don't get scratched

my neighbors ain't trippin cause they use to that

the police don't response cause they know they won't be right back

togetha

foreva

like that? yup like that

never chris makin under? even though pressure bust sprits

my bitch got my back whether i'm wrong or i'm right

i'm a gangsta and not no little management psychosanian bad

a lightway part time convenience she like when i make her laugh

the other day we was jsut kickin it at powwowing and shit

have a breakfast at the waffle house

cheese eggs and grits

then all of a sudden come rushing some on mysterious bitch

talking and hooping and hollering bout she pregnant and shit

i reached back as far as i can go i can get

then i slapped the shit out that hoe with the back of my fist

seems like everytime a nigga get home

a nigga done did sumthin wrong

caught me sex texting on the smart phone

i'm like what the fuck is this bitch on? "