Us In Here lyrics

[Intro]
(I hear you, JAY C)

[Verse 1: Heembeezy]
Yeah, my b*tch bad, yeah, she got all the juice
Like when they get money and a lil' attitude on her
Whole lotta ass, baby, I know what to do with it
She don't play around when she— yeah
I got some sh*t to set the crowd back
Whatever them n*ggas on, b*tch, we on that
Me in the house broke? I be where the pros at
He want blood, f*ck around, send a toe tag, I'm really on that
Where you n*ggas poles at? We do not condone that
Shе would love a n*gga, got the AP or the Rolеx
Some slimy n*ggas gotta ride 'round with both straps
I was raised 'round the thugs, killers and the dope heads
Try make a n*gga get groovy like a slow jam
If I ain't hit that ho, then guarantee my lil' bro did
Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm clutchin' on my billy all in traffic
I make a b*tch disappear like I know magic
I'm puttin' di*k all in her ear, ain't got no manner
Uh, I don't think this lil' b*tch can hear me, baby, go faster
Without no money, she gon' f*ck me, ain't got no standards
She did it on camera, baby, go bananas
Uh, she bring up all my hoes, I swear I can't stand her
I just flew one of my freaks out of Atlanta (Uh)
I just popped another bean, b*tch, I can't sleep
b*tch, I know that pus*y fire 'cause that face mean
[Verse 2: Fivestardjay]
Pretty b*tch she so heavenly, send me to Jesus
My b*tch got a stink face like Queen Latifah
Cash App the b*tch fifteen hundred for no reason
You n*ggas ain't scorin', I pull up and get the bleedin' sh*t
I been so deep up in my bag, bought what I need, a b*tch
I just upgraded the mag', I know you see the clip
Throw this b*tch in sport mode, I bet she gon' be eatin' di*k
n*gga, this ain't Warzone, we really hoppin' out, squeezin' sh*t
I be with the pros, I make money on my own time
Got it on my own, learned the game from trappin' syrup lines
Walked in with two hoes, thirty-two inches and they both mine
I could give a f*ck really who trippin', b*tch, it's go time
n*ggas talkin' so fried, I think it's time to zip him up
You n*ggas can't sit with us, 5K'll get you touched
I'll send that blitz, that ain't sh*t, I still keep it tucked
Worried 'bout your b*tch on my di*k, you gon' get her f*cked
She think she did her big one, I ain't even bust
My heart been gone for so long, I ain't got no trust
I hope your money long enough you wanna beef with us
Got too much motion goin' on, no, I can't keep it up