The Hills [Intro]

Got my btch
From the hills she asked why I been so blunt?
I see that you fck with losers
 I see this ain't what you want
Ngga said he got a problem
Told him this ain't what you want
Buddy I got something for you
 hoping you get gassed up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy they better catch up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy better getcho racks up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy they better catch up
I got something for you
Hoping you get gassed up

And I love the action i said what I said
Just send the address
I am not making a threat
You talk out your neck and
I promise you’re pissed
When I get my 2 hands on a rocket
Launcher or a missile I promise you’de pissed
It’s cold in the ends I’ma ice out
My mfcking neck and my mfcking wrist
And I’m taking a risk, and it was it is
And i
Did what i did, cos that boy is a btch
Hes a lil bitty boy
Hunger in my eyes when I got to the check
I ain't wait up i ran to another one
Smashing a 10 then im smashing another one
And I pulled out but I still got another son
Top 5 alive ejaculate then I evacuate
Cut her off after head I decapitate
Evaluate the fake and then we amputate
Navigate to the cake then I gravitate
Collaborate with the
Real then we fascinate, pssy
And fashion and verses, assassinate
Annihilate competition, I move on
Calculate all of the green like a salad plate

Got my btch
From the hills she asked why I been so blunt?
I see that you fck with losers
I see this ain't what you want
Ngga said he got a problem
Told him this ain't what you want
Buddy I got something for you
Hoping you get gassed up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy they better catch up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy better getcho racks up
Tell that lil bitty btch and that lil
Bitty boy they better catch up
I got something for you
Hoping you get gassed up

I hopped off the stage
Got me feeling Jeff Hardy
They telling me that I’m the truth
I told em "Leh Go!" & I’m getting them lit
I’m constantly raising the roof
She told me ‘real nggas they do not exist’
But babygirl I am the proof
I feel like Jeff Hardy I’m on the top rope
I Swanton Bomb into the cooch
And you know I’m whipping it
Whipping it, whipping it, whipping it
Fck it, I’m writing it off
She throw me the kitty i’m writing it off
I’m liking the box so I’m writing it off
And you know I’m killing it
Killing it, killing it, killing it
Fck it, I’m writing it off
He talk out his neck and I’m writing him off
He talk on the net and I’m signing him off