After I Fuck Your Bitch

[Chorus]

After I f*ck your b*tch

Then I'mma tell you bout it

If you a trick ass n*gga

You'll be f*ck up about it

I hope you don't start

No f*ckin' beef about it

Or I'll take her name and yo name

And make a rap about it



[Verse 1]

Now all y'all n*ggas know pimpin' ain't dead

And these hoes followin' us like simon said

I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why

Cause the first time I seen a man cry

Was because a b*tch

She broke his heart

She left him for dead

Though my h boom coon

Gast up the b*tch head

Every n*gga don't love you

He just tryin' to rich

And here the b*tch fail for the shit(so hear this)

These n*ggas got a couple birds

You know how that go

We snatch a rumor that we heard

We finna vamp out

We rush in and ran in the door

In the (?)

The b*tch start screamin'

I padded her on the ass

Job well done

We got what we wanted, it's to roll

I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old

These n*ggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow

Imagine a b*tch taking every dollar you done earn



[Chorus]

After I f*ck your b*tch

Then Imma tell you bout it

If you a trick ass n*gga

You'll be f*ck up about it

I hope you don't start

No f*ckin' beef about it

Or I take her name and yo name

And make a rap about it



[Verse 2]

Now you the hardest n*gga in the hood

You talkin shit

But you weak than a motherf*cker

We it comes to that b*tch

You better watch before I knock her

And get cha hot

You suppose to be my n*gga

But you huggin' your glock

You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me

Over a b*tch, you wanna hurt me

You wanna curse me, put me on disc

You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me

Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes

It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover

I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her

My n*gga better watch your b*tch, cause she been creepin'

My n*gga me and your b*tch, we been like sleepin'

She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'

I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya

Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya

Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya



[Chorus]

After I f*ck your b*tch

Then Imma tell you bout it

If you a trick ass n*gga

You'll be f*ck up about it

I hope you don't start

No f*ckin' beef about it

Or I'll take her name and yo name

And make a rap about it



[Verse 3]

You better watch your b*tch, like you watch your mail

If you ain't train that b*tch then you goin' to jail

Or gone be dead gone (?) but runs they mouth

Love to fantasize about they man cars and house

You can give the b*tch the world

She still gone gice up that car

But you a nobody n*gga that sellin' rocks on the block

You better watch your b*tch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds

You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time

For I f*ck your b*tch and let you know about it

If you a trick ass n*gga you'll be f*ck up about it

I hope you don't throw no f*ckin' fit about it

That's life and you really can't do shit about it

You wanna hi-side d*ck ride cause you think I'm on

You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, b*tch gone

For I catch a f*ckin aggrivated, see you then violated

You told them folk that I was drug related

I gotta grudge with the judge she (?)

Domestic violence three years without parole

Watch your b*tch, and stop your b*tch, before your b*tch

Get your ass in a world of shit



[Chorus]

After I f*ck your b*tch

Then Imma tell you bout it

If you a trick ass n*gga

You'll be f*ck up about it

I hope you don't start

No f*ckin' beef about it

Or I'll tale her name your name

And make a rap about it

(repeat 4x)