Lyrics
Well, howdy partner it's your old pal Reid
Back with a slap, that I know y'all need
So, roll the rug for my bitch, or you getting stuck
Blood stains ain't showing on your red pickup
I found a good one ma, and she as bad as they get
We go to sacs ave fifth, and she buys me hella shit
Every bill we split, but Ima get the tip
'Cause back at my crib my bitch get the tip
We looking royal eating bomb ass pollo
I'm with bitch she sucks cleans and broils
Real thick she loyal, wraps scraps in foil
Meet her back at the pad and have a battle royale
That's my bitch dawg, I think you best back off
Look all you want you want but you better keep your hands off
Quit with the creeping Mufuka you a grown ass man
Probably mad cause my bitch rolling with a real man
They call me terror, but my bitch pure evil
Speaking sweet like she want to kill people
Shot jack and jill, we rolled they bodies down a hill
Enjoyed a litlle meal, then we pop another pill
How that feel?
Not one but two
I hold the gun, she shoot
And then we splitting all your loot
Ain't a love song though, I'm just letting y'all know
That my bitch like a demon from below
Daz my bitch
We da illest in the room
My bitch
Just two killers from the moon
My bitch
My little mistress a doom
My bitch
The new Mufuka's Inna tomb
Daz my bitch
And my bitch can ride
My bitch
I know she always down to slide
My bitch
Yall better run, better hide
'Cause when I'm with my bitch
Somebody about to die