Bitch slapped

(Verse 1)

If you talk shit, you might get bitch slapped.

Bitches talking shit, they might get slapped.

These people might get mad, if I pull up in a Cadillac.

I eat Mcdonalds sometimes, but not a Big Mac.

Fast food.

You don’t have a clue.

Why you talking like that?

You’re so rude.

Change your damn attitude.

Longitude and latitude.

Disgusting shit like a Prune.

Sandworm call it Dune.

MF like Doom.

 

 

(Chorus)

Bitch slapped, you might get bitch slapped.

Bitch slapped, I’m not a baby, I don’t take naps.

Bitch slapped, you might get bitch slapped.

Bitch slapped, I’m not a baby, I don’t take naps.

 

 

(Verse 2)

I might piss on you, call me R. Kelly.

I like biscuits, but not with jelly.

Murder is not on my mind, no YNW Melly.

1,000 bottles of baby oil, call it P. Diddy.

DFW area is my city.

These bitches are whining like babies, they might

need a titty.

Mr. T, I don’t pity, and I’m not a fool.

You’re so fucking boring, call you school.

I can’t swim, I won’t dive in the pool.

These bitches are not cool.

They are pretty lame.

Kind of fucking basic.

Shoes on my feet, no fucking Asics.

 

 

(Chorus)

Bitch slapped, you might get bitch slapped.

Bitch slapped, I’m not a baby, I don’t take naps.

Bitch slapped, you might get bitch slapped.

Bitch slapped, I’m not a baby, I don’t take naps.

 

 

(Verse 3)

Now, I’m playing games on the Ps4.

I don’t fuck with whores.

You didn’t mean that shit, like metaphors.

Roaring like a dinosaur.

Bitches want to talk shit, I’m not poor.

I’m not rich either.

Build a dam, call you a beaver.

Minecraft like a fucking creeper.

It’s cool in the house, don’t need a heater.

Bitch, it feels fine.

These people always complain, they always

have to whine.

I don’t talk, call me a mime.

So good, like French fries.