Kodak Black and Hotboii - Let Me Finish

At the end of the day bitch, I'm the catch
Yeah
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one (yeah)
'Cause there's more of y'all where you came from (uh)
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one
'cause she ain't one, fuck ya, bitch

Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one
'Cause there's more of y'all where you came from
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one
I got more of y'all and it ain't cut
You a cornball, you do lame stuff
I'ma go hard, nigga, say some'
Niggas talk loud but don't say none'
I'ma drawdown, fuck a paint brush
I'ma duck low with my main stuff
'Fore you dumb hoes get me cased up
I'm so cutthroat, get your face cut
If she suck toes, that's a A+
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one
Got a snub nose with me and take one
Yeah, got a snub nose with me and take one
I meant take one, I'll take one
Put 24"'s on a Bugatti
Nah, boo, sorry, this a Wraith truck
Got the coupe squatted like a workout
You don't do molly it won't work out
This a bool party, not a cookout
I'm in the back alley playin' lookout
And the K too, got her wee high
When she ride on it, say, "Yee-haw"

Slow it down, let me finish
slow it down, let me finish
Banana dick, baby, peel it back
If I throw this money, better get back
Slow it down, let me finish
slow it down, let me finish
I don't smoke meth on a Saturday
I don't drive the 'Vette on a Saturday
See the cops go the other way
Slow it down, let me finish
slow it down, let me finish, uh

Slow it down, let me get it, Mclaren too fast
Promethazine for the guys, pour the whole pint in it
Bitch I'm a Z, give a fuck 'bout no ex
I don't care 'bout these hoes, I be mindin' my business
Uh, I got two watch on two wrist's
And still ain't got time for you friendly lil' bitches
She drop the top while I'm whippin' it, whippin' it
Got me on the I goin' twenty
Baby, no hands on the dick, go sloppy
Don't talk crazy, I'm with my lil' thotty
I tried to be slick and the Ring door caught me
How she ride the dick like we swervin' the oppa
I pop me a Perc, I ain't nervous, I'm nauseous
I be observant and cautious, yeah
Know I'm savage, treat a bad bitch like she average, I got badder
I go Rondo, I go Jackson, like a math quiz I'll pass her
Rocks in all of my rings like I'm Saturn
When them sticks go to swingin', I'm batter
Can't come direct, sendin' shots on the low-key
Pussy ass nigga put that beef on the platter
No kiddin', I said it, I mean it, woah
No kiddin', I'm doggin' these bitches, woah
I'm in New York, five switches (woah, oh)
Protectin' my feelings, I don't vent to these hoes
Killings, opps turnin' victim to those
Switchin', got bitches like you got a motor (yeah, yeah)
'Posed to be zebra, you sellin' out Zami
It ain't no Z shit, what is your motive? (Yeah)
What is your motive for this?
Tried to snake out that cobra lil' head
I wasn't shit when I was broke
I'm gon' be not shit now that I'm rich
Every thot that I hit was her friend
Every project I wanna advance
Every rock in my wrist got a hit
'Cause I ain't dry, 'less I'm drownin' for shit (yeah, uh)

Written by:
Bill K. Kapri, Javarri Walker

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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